If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?
The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’
Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?
Those with secrets in their hearts,
Have no place to hide,
O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,
Ripples in the pond and waves in the sea;
Little steps, giant strides of an unknown destiny.