Like A Lotus Poem by Sathya Narayana
Like A Lotus
My eyes haven't become glass balls...
they well when they see dolour
of deprived churls;
blood curdles,
somewhere deep from the entrails
bursts out aloud, a painful shrill!
People sneer; call me a fool
'This world you can never overhaul!
Reconcile! Mingle with the evil!
Learn the art of survival! '
These are morals from grass blades,
with winds in tune that waggle.
But I wish I live like a lotus,
born and dwell in filthy pool,
I still fight the surrounding foul!
complete emotional and physical detachement from the filthy society is not possible....life here is living on the edge of both!
A well written piece about survival, full of metaphors 10 for this Lynda xx
Finally, Grass is trampled and becomes the fodder, whereas Lotus adorns the place of gods! Beautiful poem!
Nice one, Satyanarayana garu; Lotus is part of classical Indian imagery- skilfully used here
The theme of this poem is admirable and universal. The metaphor of the lotus flower finding the light from roots way down in the primordial slime is inspiring. I must agree with Jefferson though. It would be wonderful to read your words in their original tongue. I believe your translation doesn't do your poem justice. love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
'Mingle with evil Learn the art of survival” a replica of the order of the day. the shortness, and personal association, and art of conveying the obvious are the things a like most your writintings. i felt reading it. jaypeescopies@yahoo.co.in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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survival of the fittest- but I like the comparison with the lotus. XXX10 regards anju