BADRI RAINA | Caravan Daily
Wordsworth could trek to Tintern spot,
And Yeats to Innisfree;
I may move from bonded room
To band-aid balcony.
I see and hear the Liddar still
Descend from Kolahai
But between me and that benediction
Time’s gruesome gauntlets lie.
The worlds I sought to woo for peace
Are deaf with earphones;
They no longer hear misery’s shriek,
Or love’s redundant moans.
I know nothing remains the same,
And all ages ever complain;
But if I thought I would not so,
I thought so in vain.