A Quest for Solace

The flowers of graves

do not blossom in rains,

O my friend, your evergreen love

is not going to run forever in my veins;

It neither is going to now, at present.

Every time, I see thy face,

I get amazed;

Amazed to see thy Creator's beauty,

who is mine too in the same way;

But I never felt about myself, the very

same.

Strangely, the Creator One

but Creations Two,

as Fire is used to cook and destroy too.

I tried to purge my limitations,

but in vain,

I lament and rejoice simultaneously,

now knowing "His" game.

I comprehend every minute pain, which

I have to endure

in demanding silence to get my real name,

that,

"He" would bestow in times to come, and

embrace me for "Who I am."