and yet we shall live on and live on and livethe crust will fall from the promises of life
lost sparrows will lie dead on autumn's window sill
and yet we shall live on and live on and live...
at noon at the attic at our home at the quay
the termites will break on our siestas of peace
our eyes will half open to hear them chew on
and yet we shall live on and live on and live...
when night falls the young things they smile on and love
their loves sting like hornets and paralyse and sting
the hour glasses witness the babies never born
and yet we shall live on and live on and live...
when shall we cry and cry and cry foul ?
when shall the rose nip its blossoms full of lust ?
life's like a wasp on the cobweb of time
and yet we shall live on
and live on
and live...
2 comments:
This is very Ranit.. one who can see light even in the darkest of hour... there could be despair around, but there is hope; there is this inherent urge to make the best out of the worst... living through it all and coming out a better person. Note that despite all, he says "we shall live and live on," not that "we shall trudge along or we shall somehow get by" Live on....Perfect imagery once again..seeing it all as you read; and my favourite lines
are "the hour glasses witness the babies never born
and yet we shall live on and live on and live..."
The poet seems to be someone who understands life and sees a ray of hope the darkest of the dark phase....
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