Looking deep in me these days
I understand that I’m different.
The difference now I understand
Has been in me ever, ever since.
Why I took this long to wade away
The pall of similar and the familiar?
This sense of difference I feel in me
Is the diminishing of margin I have.
I tutor me - a little naughty toddler-
And give lessons and reasons better.
He in his turn goes calm and cooler
As never before he knew it anymore.
When I understand a thing or two,
New and becoming, I understand me.
When I let one do it-a thing or two
New and becoming, I understand me.
None is different unless one understands.
What one understands is one’s difference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one's difference... yes...that is one's identity. we should be always aware of our 'real' identity. a sensible poem this...the stanza beginning with lines ' i tutor me....' is really a very good one. good work jayaprakash!