These thoughts came all of a sudden on a September afternoon and I wrote them down here. It is something which only a man whose friends have left him alone can feel. It is really a kind of "hell" to pass away the moments after dusk sets in quietly and silently...and poets like me are left all by themselves -- ALONE.
This poem is purely for my mother and father who battled with life's opposing odds, fought hard, struggled bravely with their faith in God Almighty and made me and my siblings successful men and women. Truly, God helps those who help themselves.
