When life was at stake
No step to ahead
The mind had also blocked.
The ripples were sparkling
Tears were rolling
And memories were calling me back.
Then I was in deep meditation
To feel you in my imagination.
And saw only your eyes.
It was so sacred and deep
I lost myself in sleep
And again I rose to rise.
Ruma Chaudhuri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-rose-to-rise/
