Goes Ahead With Strains

When the moon was seen setting at the sunrise
When the shady plains were filled still in darkness
In the grounds where none had stepped in too long
Like shadows were seen fallen leaves and flowers
When to the corridors of silence my silence enter
When the sound of silence makes no much change
Since silence was the code seen to survive in life
Many were and are forcefully silenced by the wise
With the threat of violence as the effect and prize.

When an extract was seen oozing out of my eyes
When some scales of hopes were seen falling off
In a form equivalent that of rust from an old tool
Light was seen far away but was making it all right
To see well the sorrows and sadness at its heights
When corridors of the mind were frequently knocked
Even attempts were seen to break open forcefully
When the unscrupulous had no mercy but to break it
With hammers of scorn and tortutre in this real life.

When the touch of the breeze touched the leaves
It sways as if it has been lulled with love and care
In a form equivalent to the soothing touch of parents
Bright was the sun to give warmth to its new leaves
To see well where the river of tears had started off
It was seen that it has its springs from my own eyes
Was also seen mixed on its way with the other tears
Forming a river of tears filled with all grief and pain
Flowing without stops and life goes ahead with strains