General

Sunday is to-day and she has left all,

Everything seems to crumble and fall,

Life now tastes to all her dear ones as gall,

Time,however,flits and fleets very fast,

 It must do so and always till the last-

Man cannot pace with it in his life's race,

Does Man do so in order to keep face?

Does he self-immolate beyond all trace?

Nowhere do we find her despite all try,

Why should bubbling life be empty and dry?

Can't thousand whys,conjoined,make a huge...

Sunday is to-day and she has left all,

Everything seems to crumble and fall,

Life now tastes to all her dear ones as gall,

Time,however,flits and fleets very fast,

 It must do so and always till the last-

Man cannot pace with it in his life's race,

Does Man do so in order to keep face?

Does he self-immolate beyond all trace?

Nowhere do we find her despite all try,

Why should bubbling life be empty and dry?

Can't thousand whys,conjoined,make a huge...

HE left us on a Friday to transfigure

HIMSELF into a Phoenix to fly up.

How many days would She need to fly down

Among us  who're awaiting Her return?

We're avidly waiting for that day!

Time takes no measure in Eternity.

Doesn't it ?Doesn't Time,then,only fare forward,

Never can't Time carry Her back to us,Dear?

Okay,I must now ask Time to do this:

Carry me along Your wings to where She

Is waiting to rejoin me in Her land.

For neither She nor