And what more could I ask when blessed was I
With pleasures more than the world rest could provide,
If sky’s the limit, so small it was! For higher is my
Abode, among the cluster of clouds, with whom I glide;
And if heaven there ever was, I am sure, I was living there,
Where illusions could hardly snatch my booty of brightest gems;
My happiness was not that would disperse in moments mere-
It came not from where worldly pleasure stems;
Yet, from the sky as I can look back a distance long,
Not far do I see days of unrest, when trees were shorn of their leaves;
Winter that was long and far was the cuckoo’s song-
I recall how, wet in sweat and tears, sounded my cries and heaves.
I have left days, such, which brought nothing but only toils, unseen,
For a place, better much, among the clouds, as I reside in the lunar sheen.
11\12\98,Calcutta-63