I behold this flower once again br It looks now withered and pale br Beneath the shadow of grey sunlight; br At morn it was shining bright! br br The stream beside flows stoic sedate br Over rocks that turn averse br Its water blurry unruffled though br Akin to my thoughts inside br br The sun looks determined soon to set br The east it beholds far off; br As if to respond to unknown vows br Cooing a lone bird flies off! br br I move up along this thorny strait br Rough unkind under my feet br No stars for help to be spotted yet br Whose gloom to fall in they wait? br br The breeze alone sings; seems to tell you br The dawn is soon out to break br Let me now take a dip down into br The depths of this silent night! br br For an early bird would wake me up br And a bloom would gift a smile br You too would rise beckon me again br Till then, till then I shall wait!br br Kesav Venkat Easwaranbr br