Sometimes there is a talk between the two selves. Though it happens quite often, and there is usually a winner, but there are instances when both of them are equally strong. And The "You" can only listen, or at best write -
The sky is high
earth you consider too low
oh my soul
allow me to dream
Love too sweet
abhorrence not even sour
oh my soul
allow me to feel
With them too worldly
apart too abstract
oh my soul
know the penurious brain
Education imposed ignorance
ignorance a bliss
oh my soul
itch the lead in your own way
You are there, I
I have seen you
oh my soul
reveal yourself once again
-G Singh, 25th January, New Delhi
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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5 comments:
amazing poem!!!
a nice piece.
Great blog dude. Added to my blogroll :)
seems you are not from a beatles country!
I enjoyed this...
luv
Interesting to know.
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