Price

a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

Every time I start again I’m so tired
I throw out my dreams
But they come back dying
A little everyday

You left with the autumn
And a secret smile
You left me with the sound of the sea
Like a question
I didn’t know what it asked

Am I less or am I more?
Is mine the truth or the lack of it
After all these years
I’m not sure
I’ve understood my failure
After all these years
I’m still not sure its you
Who will decide my price