SOLACE

SOLACE


O, ghosts of my younger days,
Don’t haunt me forever.
In my old age too will you
Let me be free never?

Yes, I was a bit wayward,
A little indulgent.
It is true that my youth was
Rather wild, turbulent.

But I have suffered for this,
I live like a recluse.
I am forsaken by friends,
For them I am no use.

Ghosts of haunting memories,
How long will you so cling?
Set me free and if you please,
To me solace do bring.


* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format.

M C Gupta
19 March 2005