Bit by bit the splintered day has ended,
The night is all in shreds,
To each of us is given just as much
As we can carry.

The spattering, singing drops of rain
Hold poison and immortality too.
My eyes laugh, my heart rains tears,
Such is the monsoon I’ve been granted.

Whenever I’ve strained to know myself
I’ve heard a chuckle,
As if someone within me spoke and said,
In this game you’ll be fooled again.

What does defeat mean, or waiting,
When an endless trek is my allotted fate?
When my heart was gifted to me, as companion,
As unrest walked alongside.

– Meena Kumari 

(Source: dhrupad)