Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
Materialism’s at its Zenith Now
But, Money can’t buy God nor ever will,
The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
When Orange, nay Red, is the colour of the sky,