Haunted by sorrow’s echo and solitude’s embrace, Mohini delves into life’s tapestry, questioning the threads of hardship woven into our journeys, only on Different Truths.
Heart full of sorrow Arms full of solitude Lips sealed in silence Eyes sore with tears Heartbeat stale I walk this walk Of Suffering I talk this talk Of misery For God-made-man To suffer and die Perhaps a tool for His joy? Man’s destiny is suffering. God’s will is man’s suffering So, suffer we may, Till the end of times Hack our hearts into pieces Happiness is only a mercy In the court of His Majesty Poor man Poor, suffering, sinfully anatomized.
Picture design by Anumita Roy