An evening at Worli
As I stand here, all alone All by self and away from 'home' Sea of people, sea of life Some making memories Some bidding the time A musky smell comes by the sea side Failing to leave a mark Failing to make any stride A wind of suspicion blows through my hair I often wonder when will it disappear Sea of thoughts, questions of every kind They often seek some answers They often tingle my mind Like the musky smell of the sea Questions come and questions flee Most of them don't leave a mark But the thought thereafter leaves me in dark Then I remember one golden line A priceless virtue that transcends the time Words of great Tennyson puts me back in the 'field' I pledge not to bow down, I pledge not to yield