In Search
Of....
S K Iyer
I knocked at the door of earth
with an
empty mind, yearning for love.
Then I knocked at the door of man
to enjoy
the brimming cup of real love.
As I grew, my knuckles turned
thick-skinned,
knocking at the door of man for love.
Only resonance of
silence
heard from behind the door,
proviking me to knock again and knock
again.
Never to be knuckled under,
I continued knocking.
But the man
behind the door was wily,
the last I raised my hands to knock at,
the
entrance stood there without the door!
A flood of darkness greeted me,
as
I looked in for a ray of love,
a canoe was floating in the
darkness,
tempting me to row toward the light of love.
As I sat, with
paddle in my hands,
I felt fountains of darkness splashing all over
me.
Trying to plug the holes of canoe,
I forgot my mission; and I am still
busy,
plugging the holes, in the darkness.