An Unwise Labour Lost Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Wise is meeting back while you deal those with logic,
But mad dogs bite, you meet not to bite back.


While wise men scorn, you may weigh them with reason,
While learned minds trip, you guide them thro' conviction,
While enlightened hearts falter, you light up their emotion,
But, crazy tempers while roar, know, it's sad cruel confusion.


A seasoned soul does seek a place, a cause and a time,
Whatever he does, has a refrain, a sense and rhyme,
But, alas, crazy sour souls, as free as mad dogs,
Run amuck as take legs and lie in filth like hogs.


Mad dogs do infect rabies, infest blood stream,
But, biting back those, brings not back former frame;
Fighting back a sickening night, an unwise labour lost,
For, night is hollow darkness, haunted by senseless ghost.


You bask in daylight while live in an awakened world,
Where all is fair and right and in reason's perfect mould;
You sink in evil night while live with outrage in silence,
Where all is mad and foul and a den of evil's licence.


Good and wise are met back and negotiated with,
Wild stupids must be suffered in silent pains 'neath;
For, the world is good and bad's inseparable broth
And you meet whatever comes on your uncertain path.