Poems by Dr. Jernail S . Anand
ON ONE WHEEL
If the night falls,
only then the mind would slow down
and in that trance-like movement
it would be possible
to see things
which now are no more than a hash of colour;
rest and peace are forbidden
to this island
worn out with cares
and torn with toil;
each part aches and cries
and declares
this coach has no will to ride
the stars dont twinkle;
although there is night;
there are no dreams
although there is a long sleep
such a long life;
a harrowing journey:
I look back, and grieve
How on one wheel,
I just managed to be alive!!!!
anand
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