Violin music floats in the cold midnight air
echoing over and over again
who is the player?
the music seems to speak of so much pain

Who, who are you out there?
I don't know you but can feel
the depth of sorrow in your lonely heart
are you saying: Lost love would never heal?

Why is love in old age more than love
and why is it that  love in youth falls far short of love?

One descending dew-drop to another: Farewell dear
Within a short while on landing we would forever disappear

Anyone and everyone can write
what percentage do you think is right?

Everyday is the same
even your own name

Too many poets died unhappy
they took their poetry too seriously.

I was advised by a learned friend
' Live life logically'
I shuddered and thought:
This is not for me

Every situation would then become
A reasoning process: the pros and cons I should consider
Examine every detail lest I regret
Would I have the time? I wonder

'Logic makes your life good', he did add
' You will succeed beyond measure'
   He was a professor of science
   But his advice I didn't treasure.

   See me walking in the green field
   Loitering by the quiet river-side
   Hear me singing a song at a far corner
   I follow my heart---by logic I don't abide