Leonard Dabydeen

Bronze Star - 2,101 Points (Guyana)

On The Inside - Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

On the inside life plays a frantic tune

it may sound like the Requiem by Mozart

in a mixture of piano and violin,

0r the resonant Erotica by Beethoven

or the more recent lilting strut of the sitar

by the glorifying maestro, Ravi Shankar

a frantic tune nonetheless that carries

the sound of your own voice

on the inside

you are wrapped in your comfort zone

within the perimeter of unshaped walls

without windows and peeping holes

without knowing what the honking of horns

sounds like as buses and cars and trains

and all things mobile do from the outside

without knowing what it feels like

as the old man sits on the corner of a busy pavement

without a definition of homelessness or hunger

then it happens

like a sudden tear on the seat of your pants

as the recession takes you to the outside

where you now see roses with many colors

and you begin to develop a rash

for staying too long on the inside

wiser than a wizard you must take note

that sometimes, sooner than later, it is

pertinent to look outside the box

while you are still

on the inside.


Comments about On The Inside by Leonard Dabydeen

  • (2/12/2010 9:32:00 PM)


    Oh, wow! This poem is truly amazing. When finding a way to escape the horrors, or unpleasantness of the real world, you should be careful not to let it take over. I understand that completely, and the way you described it was beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2010



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