I was caught in golden net
With jasmine cushion in velvet touch
And rosy petals hung all over me;
Struggles I did to come out of it,
In turns and twists it held me tight
And filled self with divine fragrance;
I embraced the state as ordained fate
And wrought imageries of sublime craft
As divine will for my deliverance.
I, caught in net, forgot way out,
Thought that world, my in and out
And let my soul hover all over there;
But, alas, net broke, free I was,
Yet divine fragrance held me in trance,
I continued to hover all over there;
Years crossed in faltering hopes
Of I’m again caught in golden net
And flying with it to divine heights.
Decades crossed and old I have grown,
The broken golden net scrambled to shreds
And divine fragrance ebbed to naught;
Nowhere jasmine cushion in velvet touch,
Nor rosy petals once hung over me,
And the imageries I wrought died far back;
Past is past, and future nowhere,
Only present yawns wide to consume me
And I resignedly delve to the dark abyss.
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