797. As An Infant Cries, I Cry, I Cry And I Cry. 021208 Poem by Raman Savithiri

How will I tell my sorrow?
To whom will I tell my sorrow?

Heart breaks, body shudders
Throat blocks, tear pours.
I find no words.
Heaving chest drenches,
In stream of tears.

I find no way,
To break this cage.
Am I an eternal jailbird?
Knotted in a cage made by myself!

Unable to loosen the clutch of ignorance,
Unable to find the root of ‘I’ the ego,
I pretend to be wise,
By walking among the sheep,
As another sheep.

Know not where to go,
Know not what to do,
Pursuing external knowledge,
When the heart is dark,
With thick clouds of feelings.

From the brain a storm
Blows with thoughts,
To fan the burning ego.
The ever burning flames
Of Sun may die one day.
Will the ego die some day?

Where does the world go?
Where do I go?
What is the intention
Behind the monstrous universe?
What am I?
What is world to me?
Pushing away these
Problems of crisis
I pretend to be very busy
In making money and making love

At times the honest heart
Mocks at my hypocrisy
Knocks me from inside
To wake me up

Unable to bear the hits
Unable to tear the skin
I cry I cry and I cry
As an infant cries
To express its twinge! 021208