Resurgence

Resurgence 

Loss of phrase, loss of speech, nay tears.
Stone my heart gripped with much fears.
Insensate too much for any ray of hope.
I hang on alone,none around far and near.

When I raise my heart ,moist with grief.
O everlasting sky I see myself little leaf.
Falling apart ,life is but a faded leaf.
O krishna my lord ,quicken me.

My bountiful harvest ,dwindled to husk.
Life is a void and paling in barren dusk.
Yep it shall surge-blast as rocket in sky.
O krishna my lord ,rise in me.

Life is a leaking vessel, failed to hold good.
Even few noble deeds slipped ,to withhold. 
Cast in the fire ,melt and remoulds the rust.
O krishna my lord, quench my thirst.

Kishore Vastani