There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
When the evening sun is slanting,
When the crickets raise their chanting,
And the dewdrops lie a-twinkling on the grass,
As I climb the pathway slowly,
With a mien half proud, half lowly,
O'er the ground your feet have trod I gently pass.
Round the empty house I wander,
Where the ivy now is fonder
Of your memory than those long gone away;
......
With aging, my love
Now, scanning an emptiness
Using AI !
Dated: 26th Nov 2023.
(*AI: Artificial Intelligence.)
......
Dogs shall keep barking;
Still, never let them vex you;
It's your life, for sure.
Each day is priceless;
We can treasure memories
Of both weal and woe.
Silent questions fall
between what is and could be--
the heart hesitates
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
Painting externally
To activate the painter
Sleeping inside!
Dated: 15th March 2025.
......
Dreams fade not away;
Our active efforts bring us
The crown of glory.