Doles' Boon

The years were the Chalkie,

As I could hardly rit the wrist.

When the time knocked,

I was blinking the eyes.

Chalo, If the Time can,

Bequeathing the force of Spine.

Un-wandered distress behold-ed a while,

Soon to boon, Soul beehive.

Untold questions despite the return

Unseen Shadow amidst the glare

Blessed Young hoary Morning,

Avant-garde as a new dole.

End be the trust of new beginning

Hope be the beginning of new Trust.

-Dattasmita Vasist