O,' my vessel, grieve no more
Image: Ujala Chowdhry This vessel, I must respect Which embodied my pale soul I see your face in the mirror every day And see the respect has been earned, in thy eyes But I still see you shying away from your sight I wonder- What is left of you to do? O,' my vessel, grieve no more You remember you were the white swan You confessed your purity to your soul You were winging in the sky of bright and hope Why can't you still look at your face? Which showed you not to grieve anymore What is left of you to do? O,' my vessel, grieve no more Get in touch with the reality Its gonna go for long, longer than now You have been gifted the gift of time, you may have earned it This gift is hard to find, in the race of time You be what you want to be, forget about the pace You build pace, you build strength You see thy face In the oval mirror, hung on the flawless white walls of pure And, then, ponder- What is left of you to d