Your Presence

Why is my Anand-Ashrama Looking deserted And the rows of flowers Weeping, What has, What has happened to them, My God, my God, Why are, Are they so sad? My God, when together with And when separated from, Sometimes memories take me over And I fail to shake them off With the tears welling in the eyes And none but I, I myself wiping the tears In hiding From the world As and when get I remembered of my own Whom lost I over the years. Your love, Your love calling me, Calling me, dear Whisper I to myself With the tear drops falling, Falling from the eyes And I, I struggling to wipe, Wipe them out With my hands, This is life, Life From where, Where to go, Where to go, Say you? (In the memory of my youngest brother)