Treasure Island

Ajay Seshadri

(01/03/1983 / Chennai)

A Note from a Banished Thinker


I experienced the charm of reason when alone
But when I shared my insight with the world
I was forced to build a castle ready to occupy
I moved in what was to me the only resort
That was willing to house my well being
But I could see what a compromise it was
To not be me in a place that filled the walls
With subdued voices;
So I leave a note behind to explain to you
The diversity of a thought declared to be a dead Science
That in fact can transform the mind of disease
To a mind of eclectic joy only if the world
Offers a chance for me to step out of the castle
And engage with the charm of reason
The way a poet engages with words of wisdom!

Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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