The dying rays of light People suffer and forever suffer, In the vast expanse of the universe amidst the multitude of life In the veracity of multifarious colours among the reds of love and the yellows of joy With the pinkish shy and the peaceful white Black forever lies. In the blooming heart lies hidden the curse of the Sisyphus For the sheikhs and the mullahs and Brahmins of the Ved here walks together, Rabies and the monks of modernity and traditional to take the place of Prometheus In the courageous smiles deep seated are the sighs, The sighs of life lived and a life not realised Of all the expectations and forgotten dreams diluting themselves in the blowing wind Suffering exist and Suffering remains against the tides of space and time Over the throne of brave Hercules, rules the pain of Nemean Lion, Beyond the joy of Helen and the Prince the terror of Melelaus occilates One minute past, and the flicker of light gone But amidst the dazzling light of laughter, the dark abyss