Ray

With every rising Sun,

Sets my life force, my willingness to live;

 With every approaching dusk,

Arises within, a thirst for writing;

The desire of becoming a poet rejuvenates,

The poet within, brings endless contentment, joys, and reasons to celebrate.

 Multiple evenings, unknown nights

Have been witnessed by these eyes.

 

Whenever wanted to arrive in your garden,

Every time, why do you show your back?

 Whenever wanted to arrive in your garden,

Every time, why do you show your back?

 

Stop this discrimination; this hatred,

Tolerance is taking a toll, would this make YOU the epitome?

 Would you be hailed as the supreme only by giving unusual toil,

Does the soul of yours only lie in this regard and nothing else at all?

 

Is life useless?

The toils taken, all vain?

The sufferings, miseries, and pains,

Are they mere unusual sights witnessed and faced?

 

Stop this very moment!

Cease my existence,

Cease everything,

Nothing can be tolerated now,

Simply nothing can be taken anymore!

 

You're within,

When would I be able to meet you face-to-face?

Lo! Nothing can be tolerated now,

Nothing can be tolerated now,

Simple nothing, would contend, until I meet you in-person.