Slough of Despond
Take me to a Place of Peace
So everlasting.
May a philosopher's grave
Be next to mine.
For I would unravel the secrets
With the Bearded Soul
Of the mysteries those annoyed
Day and night, hither and thither,
In the Infinity of Time,
Where it owns no price.
Or would I like to perish
Thin like a vapour- Sssh!
Into the air and gone forever.
O! May be that's Moksha,
My Baby, my Daughter!
Perhaps, I would grasp her
And say," This is where I was."
So everlasting.
May a philosopher's grave
Be next to mine.
For I would unravel the secrets
With the Bearded Soul
Of the mysteries those annoyed
Day and night, hither and thither,
In the Infinity of Time,
Where it owns no price.
Or would I like to perish
Thin like a vapour- Sssh!
Into the air and gone forever.
O! May be that's Moksha,
My Baby, my Daughter!
Perhaps, I would grasp her
And say," This is where I was."
philosophical in content and real in sense. great poem.
ReplyDeletePhilosophy? Nah...It's an outcome of a seasonal taedium vitae.
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