Of the wisdom and unreason
Of my people,
Who said of wisdom.
This is earth,
I know not of what is,
And said of unreason,
Best of places are one’s brethren’s.
Sometimes I think
Of the paradoxes
Of creation of humankind,
Some with great good
and others with infinite evil.
Sometimes I think
Since luck won’t wink
To me anymore,
Bare fates gore
And live stinks.
Sometimes I think
Of those who stand on the brink
Of an ocean cliff’s top,
And simply hop.
Sometimes I think
Dine and drink
Since I cannot fight,
So live and forget
Because life is a fate.
Sometimes I think
From all temptation shrink,
And walk into Almighty’s
House of worship.
Sometimes I think
Of this colour of ink,
Whose brethren
Were held in cages.
Sometimes I think
Of those whitish pink
Whoever tortured my widowed mothers,
And ever butchered
My orphaned siblings.
Sometimes I think
I better slink
To a distance land
Where my face is unknown,
And be alone in recluse
My talents use.
Sometimes I think
To strive and clink
And sheer with those
Who thought and choose,
Though rather a stray
To go their own way.
Sometimes I think
Of the leopards of mink
Whose worth a love
Is naught an inch,
Till the trappers knife
Does their value rich
To array the wife
Of a man so rich.
Sometimes I think
Heed not nor blink
My dear, dear
But boldly steer
Because that Blair
I hear is not there,
And their glare
I fear is neither their.
Sometimes I think
Never to get fright,
Give up the fight
Delight and plight.
Sometimes I think
And I cannot think any further,
Because I am mixed up
And I simply give up.
“A man is but the product of his thoughts what he thinks, he becomes.” Gandhi. Highly thought provoking poem.
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