Walking along a river in good flow,
Sure and steady and forward, deep and wide,
I saw some man-made pools, stagnant, narrow,
That, no sooner were dug out by men, died.
The river looked as ever full of life,
Alive and singing as it moved along;
The pool, like men that it made, full of strife,
It barricaded joys, made isles of wrong.
And in the quiet of my thought, I heard
The song of a steady river of life,
Which, unpatented still is well-preserved,
And I sensed the cause of all human strife:
While no life blossoms if blocked as a rule,
Man seeks permanence in a stagnant pool!
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Sonnets | 01.04.10 |
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And I sensed the cause of all human strife: While no life blossoms if blocked as a rule, Man seeks permanence in a stagnant pool! human being seeks permanence. is there a permanence at all in this life? wonderful philosophical thoughts dear Aniruddha., thank u. tony
Is there a permanence in life? You have raised a good question. To life as such there is no permanence. But permanence there is in seeking the permanent. The atman, Brahman, by changing, not by lying in a stagnant pool. Thank you Dr. Tony.