IndulgenceA Poem by Dinesh Sairam
Would you rather wish, for once, to be a common man than a poet?
I'm capable, but hopelessly in vain-
describing everything, and giving them
a form beyond the capsicule of thoughts,
in imaginations, but mostly of
language; of too carefully drafted phrases.
There was a time when, I would that my day
was as beautiful as one would believe;
one night that knew no better thing, than to
heave with carelessness the soul; winds as soft,
the sky with full of clouds to bear it down.
And with Love, no care if it comes or goes;
A pall of solitude, without reason
should conceive a fanciful notion of
freedom, expressed in anything than just
being of a part of the reluctant self.
Oh but, lately how I desperately yearn
to once be a common, everyday man,
who cares not to feel, and simply ignore
all that there's to a passing thing; to fear
a knowledge, and be at a lack of words.
© 2012 Dinesh Sairam
Tiruchirappalli, Tamilnadu, India
AboutFollow @DineshThePoet An aspiring poet from the shady regions of Southern India. Inspired by the capital-G Great poets like William Shakespeare, Matuso Basho, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Willia.. more..