When you have shut your doors,
And darkened your room,
Remember never to say that you are alone,
For you are not alone;
But God is within, And your thoughts within..
And what need have they of light
To see what you are doing?-
When some one says they dont see your absence,
In dark alleys or in sunshine...
Is it that they dwell in the colours of yesterdays?
That they fail to see the tree on the way,
Still there in rain ..in winds..
Dwelling in the adobes of yester years,
The dust falling on leaves..the winter making it dry.
No one is there to wait for it
Only the eternal traveller waits in his golden gates.
No one cherish its presence..no one misses its talks
No one remembers it..
I am just a tree in the way
Who awaits the sunshine...
In no one's memory i dwell..
In no one’s talks i am remembered,
The tree without memories...
The tree that dwells in sublime dreams..
The tree from the valleys of eternal solitude...
