ON AND ON I GO
The
horizon is still far,
But
light is dimming;
I’ve
been coming along,
Over
ups and downs,
Through and across.
Why,
where, what for?
In
fatigue I sit for a while,
But
no rest they give–
The
aching body, restless mind;
Lures
of hope and dreams;
Fancies
and fantacies;
The
deceiving eye;
The
call of alluring Future,
Thrust
of the dead Past,
And exciting stir of the Present.
I
rise and move on again and on;
Why,
where, what for?
I
ask, wonder, ask again,
But
horizon holds the view.
O,
where, why, how far?
In
despair I stare at the night star.
–JATINDRA MOHAN GANGULI