Shraddhanand Srivastava Biography

Lying down there in the corner of a deserted cell,
Looks slimy, smells stinky and seems
worse than any conceived hell,
For one as an asylum does it serve,
...

The world, the bivouac
for journey the soul sets on
through the conveyance
of mortal body;
...

Like the straw we're
moving along the flow of time
unaware of where to stop;
However we do momentarily
...

False were the promises,
That the people made;
Their affection, gesture, and
The attachment that they showed;
...

Of mind
swiftly shifts from one to another:
the bubbles of thought
merge and emerge;
...