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Dear E,
I humbly admit,
You are right,
I am wrong.
I also told you,
I am helpless.
So, the life goes on
Like this............
I can't even say,
Forgive me !
I praise your strength,
And happy,
Because I am weak.
It is my strength,
-Indeed !
I have nothing to say,
No Fear,
No hope,
No worry,
No regret,
No Exhilaration,
Nor sadness,
Neither joy,
Nor sorrow.
I'm gone with the wind !
- Where ?
- I don't know.
Nothing to do.
No words to say .
I'm just blank.
Deep Regards,
Sincerely,
Affectionately,
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2 comments:
I wanted to quote Swami Vivekananda who said "Strength is life, weakness is death". But after reading the last line, I also felt, remaining blank is perhaps blissful.
P.N.Subramanian,
Sir,
It is a most personal poem, though I have given it a form of a worldly one.
Personal and at the same time it relates the personal to the One 'Impersonal'.
I always feel, this relationship can not be expressed through words.
And I was amazed to see that your remark about 'blank' fits well to the meaning, I had in mind while writing this poem.
Thanks for the compliments.
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