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
Sa'al asked Ilm What is the best of dreams to dream To live a vagabond or die young Unchaste or pure like an unborn To aim, and aim for glorious heights In pursuit of a world made Elixer of life Nay, replied Sa'al, this is too individualistic selfish and void Again asked was Ilm What is the best of dreams to dream To desire for a life of relentless pursuits Of fame, glory and recognition Of wealth, health and wisdom To seek for enlightenment and climb the distance where no one is present Nay, Sa'al said, this is too self serving claims no lust of aspiration Ilm retried to answer What is the best of dreams to dream To love someone till the heaven shine To dissolve like the fire of hell To burn and don't give way to burning And survive the long harrowing of separation Nay, this is too damp, redundant and fragile Sa'al opened up now, for Ilm was shut out of answers What is the best of dreams to dream the Earth spoke to me, said he To dream of life as a vagabond