Seeking out unheeded voices br When wilted asters crack silence br Pondering days of green-eyed he br While shriveled leaves descend gently br Softly swaying, meeting the prairies br br The wind! The sea! The clouds br Idle eyeing the earthly ground br Weighing matters to console him self br Navel gazing shadows of his quest br What name shall he bequeath behind? br br Iniquitous schemes made for affluence br He asked himself “Am I ready to shell out my doings? ” br Matters were on roots of feat? br Summer teased, amity vanished br Plucked just buds by torment and greed br br The wind! The sea! The clouds br Idle eyeing the earthly ground br Such a doleful view from the sky br None comes to give a rose to his hand br No one shares a marsh to his arid life br br br br 10th of December,2009br br Catrina Heartbr br