I now sit quietly,
Listening to the falling leaves
Of my old life. A life
Of renunciation –
Renunciation of my ‘self.’
The past has faded, things are
No longer remembered.
The glorious days of mine –
When I walked like king is gone.
I now sit quietly,
Listening to the falling leaves
Of my old life. A life
Of renunciation –
Renunciation of my ‘self.’
The past has faded, things are
No longer remembered.
The glorious days of mine –
When I walked like king is gone.