SONNET I

Ah! this darkness, this endless night...
And this search that leads nowhere...
Your absence and the absence of light!
Not even death to console me there...

This abyss that I gaze into,
which stares back every now and then...
This lifeless living that I go through
will surely end, but who knows when...

Would have ended all this misery
in a single blow of my own hand;
would have cut this putrid tree,
and erased its traces from the land,

had this tree not grown for you,
had it never been own for you.


  --Rishiraj