Yet, you never get the wine you longed to taste.
So many faces smile at you at broad day-light,
Yet, you never get to see the one you dream all night.
With solemnity comes the sorrow of losing,
With so many eyes around, the pressure of choosing,
So many eyes look at you and shimmer and glow,
Yet if two eyes even care - you never get to know.
So many sparkles bloom up in the sky,
Yet, the ears only hear that ominous goodbye,
So brilliant fireworks, such a warm evening-show,
And, yet, a soul by your side is colder than the snow.
With departure comes the hope of a new day,
Every dusk relates to the end of a dismay.
And, yet you choose to ignore your fate,
Retreat, oh foolish heart, before it is too late.
So many ideas dance before your eyes,
Yet, you decide to hide behind your own lies.
The dealer's gone and the deck is done for until the morrow,
Tell me, oh dear soul, could you smile at such a sorrow?
So many crumbs of bread were thrown at my face,
Yet I never got the wine I longed to taste.
- Prashanta Ojha
