Whither?

By CHANDRA SARMA

Who has seen the lonely peaks

That rise above the clouds,

Like a pure spirit that strives and seeks

To mount above the clouds

Of doubt and despair, illusion, strife,

To the everlasting springs of Life?

Only the stars,

And the cold lunar rays

Shining always.

Has mortal eye traced the springs

That hidden lie in fields

Of snow, whence with many meanderings,

Far from their icy homes,

Come the great rivers, to feed the plains,

For man’s sustenance, and man’s greedy gains?

Only the stars,

And the cold lunar rays

Shining always.

Far, far are the springs of Life,

In pre-historic caves

Of ice, when in some strange conflict rife,

Creation took its rise:

Life’s stream, unending, onward flows,

Whither, to what mysterious goal, who knows?

Only the stars,

And the cold lunar rays

Shining always.

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