Leave me not, to sigh, in every way
Seen I have, those beautiful days
Those little red flowers in an awesome place.
Why these windows, in front of me ?
And all the beauty outside, and free
Ran, I have upon the soft wet ground
I walk far no more, just safe and sound
My beloved ones, have all gone away
Laughter, I yearn to hear, to be merry and gay
Tears, I have in my heart and dreams too
Like my youth, won`t the pills vanish too ?
Years and years, have I spent in glee ?
To sit here and look at the old worn tree
Searched I have, for a leaf of hope,
A lover from the skies, with whom to elope
At every sunset, I cry and plead
Slow and just living, and yet I bleed
With angst, do I cry, take me home.
Please take me away from this old age home.
poem by Srijit Unni from Chennai (Madras) in India (http://srijithunni.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-me-home.html)