All Our Lives were Not in Vain

To give Love another chance,

For it is waiting in an endless

Loop of Time, at every dead end

With a hope of renewal, for...

Then Love shall show us the way

That could be ours to follow -

One that is not selfish

But that makes us see...

The Truth about our own self -

That we aren't actually incomplete!

Even though that's what

We may think of us all the while.

So, whether hearts that have

Gotten bruised and broken,

In shouldering the pain

That begets no gain.

Or, hearts that have shattered 

That fragile pigment of pink,

The dismay that we had to eat

Of betrayal and anguish.

That noticing the going away

Of what once we thought as our own,

Needling through the veins

Of what remains of guilt or blame.

Whether of that feel good fame,

Or, of this suffering or shame,

If we come to know that

Which is unlabelled, truly true -

Ours the journey that started

Alone in the mother's womb,

Filling colors and gathering fog

Along, bidding bye in the final tomb.

Then we'd not deny that chance -

Not miss to express Gratitude,

Nor forget to seek forgiveness,

If ever we get that chance...

That to cherish the wonder

And to wonder the tale

Of which learners and artists,

In our own ways, are us all.

That in endless ways we may see,

What the universe meant for us to be -

To see the strength in its meaning,

And not give up, weaken and fall!

Did we make mistakes, and tried

again, growing from the experience,

Or, we kept closed, and did not live at all?

That's what will be asked alone...

So, when we will Live to Love

And Love to Live, Hearts Open and On,

Child-like, but not childish,

And role won't be a burden anymore...

We weren't perfect, but we did play!

Then surely we all shall say

With content, without refrain,

That All Our Lives were Not in Vain!

-- Bhaskar Ghosh 

Wed, 2nd July 2025

Started pending few days back

Culminated today at 4 pm

on the flight to Patna

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