Striving hard to find some happiness
He could never surmise
He left His Self far behind
Alone, dejected and in disguise.
He could have shattered
Lest for the assess
His shadow was not accompanying
In his run for happiness!
He stopped he turned
Stared far till he’d gaze
Could find nothing but
Little sands of Time, maze.
So tired he was in the run
He dare not go back for the umpteen
And so retired himself
In laps of the unforeseen!!
Since then he had not moved
Happiness still kept him at bay
Unrelenting contend alive for the Self
I fear he’d be cornered someday?