Ye, To All The Passing Lights Of Life. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Ye, to all the passing lights of life
My farewell is unto thee.
Ye, to all the sweetness of life
My ringing thoughts are unto thee.

The cartloads I have carried so far
I am leaving behind my door.
You may weed out and throw
They weigh no silver and gold.

You may find in them broken toys-
They are the pebbles of my decades.
You may find a load of books-
They are indeed my whispering heart.

And surely, I leave behind a volume of diaries-
They are the shadows of my life.
A few vintage pens, a writing desk, and a chair-
They are the witnesses to my burning candles.

They stood by my silent hours.
They listened to the pulses of my heart.
The ink will slowly fade in time,
Winds will possess them in the end.

And I leave behind my chains-
They are many relations with the world.
Some were golden and brilliant,
Others, silver, bronze, and rusty iron.

Life is a clatter of such chains,
Every clank was a call for love and care,
A sense of belongingness,
A feel, possessiveness, and what else?

Let me walk unto eternity
Let my mortal remains return to elements.
Out of the elements I shall come
From the infinity, shall I one day return.

Until then, passing lights, "au revoir".
Until then, passing shadows, "Despedida".
Let me return the keys of my inn,
After all, I was a traveler here on earth.
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