Talking to Myself...
talking to myself
&
care you this world-
this world of men,
o my friend?
must you then be an idiot!
worry not a bit;
woo it not-
the more you woo
more the bites would you get-
with scornful eyes
it would jeer at you-
on your path slanders
would it sow in plenty-
for it is a mysterious mad world.
&
so take up that lovely harp-
tune its delicate sparkling strings
to the pitch of emotion
that sings witin you-
those solemn, melodious..
mellifluous soul-stirring songs-
unheard of yet
by the thick-membraned ears
of this dull world of men!
&
let the two pitches-
that within and without-
blend naturally and gracefully;
let your path vibrate
with your ecstatic songs-
let the air dance
to the rhythm of
your serene soft songs!
&
proceed on and on
along your lonely path;
never look back
to see this world..
it may be aiming your head-
a mad world it is
let me remind you!
&
set the bowl of fancies
before your glittering wisdom;
pour the sweet nectar
of your moony heart-
stir fast with the meditation
of your mind-
catch the refrain
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poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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