The Tired Yoddha

The Tired Yoddhaa

I have had some aims, my ‘self’ to prove

Off the beaten track, the running groove

And I have worked hard, often uncaring

Of quicker gain and better faring

But whence and whither, standing here

Along amongst the near and dear

I feel thwarted and tired now

Of the ‘what-to-do’ the when and how

“What? Already?”, I hear you say

Admonishing in near dismay

“With nought to fear and yet to live

So much to take, and much to give?”

Oh Yes! One is entitled to dejection

Upon effort, to desire, rejection

The point is now of the impetus

Lost in failures and mere fuss

It is the ‘why’ that now haunts me

After the ‘what’ that ever taunts me

Thus far have I come and this I have learnt

The distance traversed and the fuel burnt

Are not equal and do not measure

The time we spend and dreams we treasure

Thus, I shan’t rest, and will ‘endure’

It's my human lot, mortal but sure

Suffer every desire and live every day

Till all at once, wither away.

April 2002