It's Not What, How We See Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
It's Not What, How We See
But one thing, three odd ways it to greet:
Saintly men same soul see,
Of lust, flesh and beauty,
A ravenous wolf eyes food to eat,
One woman, three varied ways to wit!
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Words well said | 23.11.14 |
Wonderful imagery and imaginary. Beautiful Limerick. Enjoyed.
Thanks indeed, dear KM, for the feedback. These limericks say something that is solid, but in a lighter tone to laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 6:22:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Even stars we see were like this before many light years, we are always in our past. Present is nothing but an illusion. Such a sensitive thought so nicely presented in a funny style by the philosopher poet. No surprise, India is the land of philosophic thoughts.
Thank you so much for the kind words, 'philosopher poet', I doubt my shoulders are broad enough to carry the weight. But I agree India is the land of philosophic thoughts. Our sages were truly visionaries, not svapna-drshtas like imagining poets, but they would close their eyes and visualize things thought through. .