A poem I wrote during two different moods. The left part was written in 1987, while the right part was written in 1992.
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Knock not at my door, my friend, Let me calmly sleep, I haven’t miles to go for hunt, Nor any promise to keep. |
Knock please at my door, my friend, I know when I should sleep, I have a lot to go in front, And many a promise to keep. |
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I sought the words of learned men, But I was always wrong, I felt like in a tiger’s den, I could not stand that long. |
Don’t make me drink from another’s well, Let me choose my path, Whether it leads to heaven or hell, To no one I have wrath. |
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Whatever I did want to learn — I was never taught; Whatever I did long to earn — I have never got; |
Whatever I do want to learn — I seek its rule and line; Whatever I do long to earn — I snatch and make it mine; |
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Whenever I did fall to sin, I was always caught; Whenever I was examined, They proved that I am naught; |
Whenever am I caught for sin, I take it candidly; Whenever am I examined, I take it sportively. |
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I always looked down, only found The bitter part of life; The duties stroke me down to ground I could not stand that strife. |
I always look up, only find The better part of life; I learned to enjoy do my work, I don’t call it strife. |
Anil | 04-May-06 at 3:49 am | Permalink
In which mood are you these days? 1987 or 1992?
Umesh | 04-May-06 at 5:30 am | Permalink
Da, so you read this, right?
I think I appear 1992, but internally still 1987… 🙁
By the way, can you read the Malayalam posts in this blog?
Adithyan | 10-Aug-06 at 9:02 pm | Permalink
നന്നായിരിയ്ക്കുന്നു….
Rules of the game called life keep changing…
“Just when I found the meaning of life, they changed it”