They tell me I must bruise
The rose's leaf,
Ere I can keep and use
Its fragrance brief.
They tell me I must break
The skylark's heart,
Ere her cage song will make
The silence start.
They tell me love must bleed,
And friendship weep,
Ere in my deepest need
I touch that deep.
And I ask, must it always be so
With precious things?
Must they always be bruised and go
With beaten wings?
"Ahh, yes boy! by crushing days,
By caging nights, by scar
Of thorn and stony ways,"
Life tells me, "these blessings are!"
"The mark of rank in nature
is capacity for pain;
And the anguish of the singer
Makes for the sweetest symphony strain."
Farewell Chennai. Mumbai here I come for good~!
8 comments:
excellent
will you reallly miss chennai ?
poem seemed quit sad
Thanks! :-) Well, I won't really miss Chennai, as such, but yeah, the place did give me more than a fair share of fond memories. Besides, having spent three years there, it's but only second home to Mumbai nowon. As for the poem, I'd rather say it was more reflective that sad...And heyy, would be great if you identified yourself! ;-)
you wrote that??
you really wrote that??
oh dear. I see my link on your page. i hope you knw what you're in for!!
:)
well come to amchi mumbai - the city where drams come true
So very true.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Really amazing poem !
Wish you all the best in Mumbai !
Best Wishes,
Kaykay
Boss, when r u blogging next..too much of a time interval
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