A DAY WILL COME
Like a mirage you deceive me
When as thirsty stag I run to you;
Am I destined to roam about
In wilderness unsatisfied?
Like
a cuckoo you befool me:
A
note I hear and spring to feet
To chase around in wild earnest,
Then I hear the melody far.
Like the moon you beckon me,
With feeble wings I fly to thee
And fall upon the thorny bush
Exhausted there to bleed unseen.
A
day will come when you and me
End this children’s hide and
seek
And become part of the cosmic
core
None no more to split us then.
Dr. Abraham Karickam
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