The Way Of The World. - Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar
THE WAY OF THE WORLD.
When I talk something sweet of you
There remains the sticky slag of black bitterness
In the inmost recesses of my heart!
When I powerfully contradict something outside
The same I approve meekly in my heart!
Ever at strife are my heart and tongue-
To the speechless voice of my heart
Listen you, then, O, my friend!
When something slanderous of women I profess aloud
My thievish looks in every corner fish for them!
When I advise you of obscenity to shun with all vehemence
The same to my lustful eyes is a sumptuous treat!
Poles apart are my tongue and eyes-
So to the speechless voice of your sleepless conscience
Listen you then, O my friend!
When I seriously resolve to end my life
A very strong desire roots deep secretly
In the soil of my heart!
When I burst myself into flashing laughter
I break into sobs and swim in tears!
Believe not the play of expressions
On the stage of my face-
So tune your ears
To the speechless storms of my lonesome heart!
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