Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lost Time

I had built my royal nest
on a tree very tall
pranced through the spring
but alas, its now fall

Death's noose now engulfs my neck
I have lost all of my sense
The twigs I had amassed here
Will be someone elses hence

Its Only Krishna that can help
Its Now that I realize
Wonder why I didnt spend my time
To sing praises and eulogize!

Loosing sense has stirred my soul
And I don't care much at all
Year be spring or year be fall
Your song's my only call

God, Guru Tegh Bahadur, Edna St. Vincent Millay

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