AT
THE hOMING HOUR…
Srinivasa Rangaswami
As the
evening shadows settle,
and weary
limbs give way, and
the homing
spirit seeks the nest,
why this
regret at this hour
it’s all now
over and
it can never
be again
to relive
cherished moments,
to meet again
missed opportunities,
realise
unfruitioned dreams.
All journeys
begun
must end with
time.
Well or ill,
what has been,
has been, as
willed.
Who knows, if
granted the wish,
You, for
sure, would do better.
You have
acted out the script
allotted for
your part, and
fulfilled a
hidden plan.
The Wiser
Power knows it all.
There in
thought you must rest
regretless,
resigned,
wholly
content.