Oh! The crowd is too much to even,
As outnumbered is more to reckon,
Far away beyond that crimson lake,
Whispers of cloudy waves and agony to wake,
Drops of sun plunging through a shadow,
While the mystery lies way above a meadow,
In this deserted land of loneliness,
shakes my indolent cleanliness,
And now I drift to a dreamy mist,
Away from a real wrist,
For once I wish to forsee what comes in my future,
So to prepare from an inner gush of torture,
But what left ahead is yet an unravelled truth,
As One's eyes has to bend upwards to look,
At the blazing light that flashes through the leaves,
and flies through this endless lives.....

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Meaning

What lies ahead is unknown and ignored just like light of the sky is being ignored by the busy people of the world. Sun gives us light,  but we don't know from where the concept of light arises.