Blankness of thoughts drowns me
Brownish drowsiness misses colors, all around
Twigs and dry leaves heaped in feelings plenty
The beauty in new greens and splendor of
new day elude me.
Somewhere, in my heart it gives me a dryness;
Of which, I never enertained anything glorious,
Still it pains me, somehow, when I hear the eulogy
From quarters unexpected and from depth of hearts.
Such was his vision, mission, passion and compassion
That he brought water to the million homes
Societal care too he undertook, with no counter to splash cash,
In a country where every calamity, a boon to earn a buck, fast.
I have missed him in flesh and blood,
I have derided him a magician in saffron robes,
I have chided those who planted lively legends
Still I only regard him a GREAT AND NO GOD,
for he has millions at his beck and call.
And I have, not even my son, leave alone all others.
Narayanan Ramakrishnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dogged-thoughts/
