Song Of Myself - Poem by Ayyappa Paniker
Because I remain quiet at home,
the earth still goes on its rounds;
because I snore lying in my bed,
the solar systems shine;
because I chew and munch and spit,
Time is on the move;
because I care for the girl I married,
birth and life and death do merge.
If I'm not there, 0 people, no action is there,
neither flower nor honey nor bee;
the peacocks, the clouds, the gardens:
my kindness makes them glow.
Bow to me, and sing my glory,
and fall at my feet;
for those who go about praising me,
even hell is heaven for ever!
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