They offered us a garden rich in flowers
Of the few faults some condemned the gift
Refusing the beauty designed our hearts to lift
We condemned both the gifts and the givers.

One day, we sought beyond a gift of better days
And what did we find in our persistent quest?
We found a path to nowhere, we found no best
We found  ourselves lost, for us the infinite phase.

We thought then of the garden rich we rejected
We thought then of the gains we did not value
And as we moved from life to lifelessness, we knew
We had our own veins with venom pleasantly injected.

Krishna Nand Prasad