gulab khandelwal selected poems

That, which I wanted to sing,
Has remained unsung.
O Lord |
Your gift has been wasted in me.
I have put it in thousands of forms,
But it could not be expressed.
Tired and restless,
I have been running all my life,
But the glittering, ice-capped mountain-top
Has always eluded me,
Has always remained unattained.