The years were the Chalkie,
As I could hardly rit the wrist.
When the time knocked,
I was blinking the eyes.
Chalo, If the Time can,
Bequeathing the force of Spine.
Un-wandered distress behold-ed a while,
Soon to Boon, Soul beehive.
Untold questions despite the return
Unseen Shadow amidst the glare
Blessed Young hoary Morning,
Avant-garde as a new dole.
End be the trust of new beginning
Hope be the beginning of new Trust.
-Dattasmita Vasist
