Adam In The Whirl Poem by Bipin Patsani

A glimpse of the smoky
White lining of the future
Enlivens the present,
And when gloomy
It deadens every thing
Like drunken sense declining.

And the dull memories
Of the past
Do gather around
A torn-out flag
Hanging on the branch
Of a leafless tree,
And make an insane of me.

O if life can be a river!
If only it will be a river
Flowing forward,
Not lamenting over
Things surpassed.
Nor troubled for the dirt
It takes within!

O Ganges!
I will bathe in your spring;
Your music
To my desert I will bring.