The Way Of The World. Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

When I talk something sweet of you
Understand-
There remains the sticky slag of black bitterness
In the inmost recesses of my heart!

When I powerfully contradict something outside
Beware-
The same I approve meekly in my heart!

Ever at strife are my heart and tongue-
To the speechless voice of my heart
Listen you, then, O, my friend!

When something slanderous of women I profess aloud
Understand-
My thievish looks in every corner fish for them!

When I advise you of obscenity to shun with all vehemence
Beware-
The same to my lustful eyes is a sumptuous treat!

Poles apart are my tongue and eyes-
So to the speechless voice of your sleepless conscience
Listen you then, O my friend!

When I seriously resolve to end my life
Beware-
A very strong desire roots deep secretly
In the soil of my heart!

When I burst myself into flashing laughter
Understand-
I break into sobs and swim in tears!

Believe not the play of expressions
On the stage of my face-
So tune your ears
To the speechless storms of my lonesome heart!

--s.chandra kalaadhar