When I drift afar

When I drift afar being so avid

in an unknown cave unbid,

voracious to learn and score,

I delve so deep to explore.

I dare to desire and achieve what I crave,

chasing the dreams like a cub brave.

The dangers on the path are grave,

luck alone may not be enough to save.

He is always there for us all expecting,

to receive us in a serene surrounding.

Neither angry nor frowning,

ready to haul us up from drowning.

There are desires difficult to come by

when it is difficult to succeed in whatever I try

when I feel sad and about to cry

shedding a lot of tears, running myself dry.

Some people may find this queer,

they feel it's unmanly to shed a tear.

tears wash my soul and brighter I appear,

helping me shed false ego that I endear.

And then to myself, I feel closer again,

and soon my earlier composure, I regain.

How many times I have been kept alive?

Just to taste the fruits of this tree called life.

We grow this tree from the seed of desire

or cut its size by pacifying the mind's choir.

We try and learn and sometimes we fail,

in this process, we realise the holy grail.

If the spirit is immortal and so I believe,

then there is no loss in life, worth to grieve.

Through a tunnel of light, we’ll get hurled,

we’ll be back here again in this world.

I thank the Father for being safe in these bids,

folding my hands and closing my eyelids.

When I drift afar being so avid,

in an unknown cave unbid.