QUEST FOR ATARAXIS

Ah! That I'd but in dreams, Sought thy visage for years and eons, To heal good men from anguish'd moans, And purge ill ones in thy pious streams. Ireful blares; I'd learned from ages, Can ne'er appease a noble mind, And all that's gory, bleak and blind, Heave entombed as bygone pages. Greatest wonders e'er so made, Art but fruits of a placid soul. Battles ne'er can sate a goal, And offer jubilant roads to tread. I've seen 'em fight for lands and brooks, Perhaps a baffled quest to win. I've seen 'em frown and ne'er grin; And prance in pride as triumphant dukes. Antagonistic storms they face, Yet ne'er for peace they yearn, Civilisations decay and burn, And a day turn into a departed race. © Dipanjan Bhattacharjee INDIA

QUEST FOR ATARAXIS