I share

The personal angst, the despairs across times, I bear

The way situations came about, the way things turned out, I share 

Having seen the burden of young son's death on an elderly father,

I feel falling apart into pieces like a mud house which can't adhere.

The bride in palanquin leaving her Dad's door, is unknown to me,

But still, I don't know why the flood of emotions appear. 

Since the day, I came into the holy ascetic's glare,

Night and day, within me, the spiritual ecstasies flare.

Even the air I breathe disturbs my tranquility,

I don't live in this world but still live here.

-Ashutosh Kumar