WAITING

When those days are gone ,when the dreams have been lived and found to be no more enchanting when the leaves have been shed and the landscapes is but a low outline of what once was there remains to sit back and wounder ,what after all , was all that about ? At that age ,What was to come : veiled in mystery, garbed in riches, visioned in luster, ennobled in expectancy, drenched in dreams, was something that trilled, and made the waitingitself ,painful and joyous. AND then it came to pass what was to be ,-became,nearer came the dream world a little glitter did lose and then it choked when came the truth: that this waiting has been done and i lived within that world that in those bygone days was the end ! And i learned that waiting speeds times away and many tommorrow becomes yesterdays so fast ,that destinations when reached are felt to be mere way stations untill one's made to alight and then it is to late the times have gone ,the dreams have been lived ,days like leaves have been shed ,the landscapes is bare and spring no more is ,what one dreamt to be RAMMOHAN SHETTY