Come With Me, Dear Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Come With Me, Dear
Come with me, dear
I shall show you the vacuums of this world.
Come with me, dear
I shall make you feel the nothingness of this planet.
You have heard what I said
But you don`t want to come with me
For vacuums and nothingness have never been
Into your mind even for a while.
With a frown you divert your face from me
Then you walk up to a meadow teeming with weeds
And on your canvas almost torn you draw a picture
That has a million colours made of lies and fantasies!
My canvas is my mind and my brush is my reason
And I paint often a pale picture of our times.
Your scorn and frown can`t deter me ever
Even as I know our worlds appear to be one.
Your brush is growing beyond your size
And your canvas will soon reach out to the skies
But your meadow will soon have the groves of hemlock
And I fear, you will not come out of it.
I next walk unto a valley of no looks
And write on its small sky a little above my head
A sad lyric with a pale dream in rehabilitation
And its shrill melody flops its wings in vain.
Come with me, dear
I shall show you where my body lies half-dead
Come with me, dear
I shall show you where your burial took place...
An intriguing write of two different attitudes to life, the optimist and the pessimist, I get a sense of mental illness with her overblown optimism, a brilliant write that is very thought provoking!
A fantastic write sir! Learning process for me gets enriched.
Great writing. Liked the way you drew the two worlds- one of fantasy and lies, the other one of profound silence and nothingness. Reality always stays concealed behind the mask of fantasies and alluring temptations....great work sir....
Valsa says it is exaggeration of things diametrically polar and soon adds it is a great write... no it isn`t. Hazel identifies the overblown optimism and is then provoked in thoughts... it is ironic. Please, call the spade a spade.
Two exaggerated way of looking at life.... as Hazel has put it, one too glossy to be real and the other too gray to be dreary! A kind of moderate perception... a golden mean is the one that would be the real depiction of life! A great write.... but 'a sad lyric'! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:44:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lines are captivating- - - - -My canvas is my mind and my brush is my reason And I paint often a pale picture of our times. Very nice Sir.You deserve 10+++.