Sounds of nature beckon me to thee
As in that music, I quest to be free
Dawns of emotions set me in a whirling spree
I lose the patience to be entirely in thee
Omissions & deletions mark the pressures of me
That in errors of judgement, I observe myself to be
Leading unrealistic life, as targets I set for me
That solitude, I eventually seek in me
Who is me, I strive to know me
This bodily existence limits the boundaries of me
I wish to be free, in the infinite thee, when will it be?
- Dr. Hira