Treasure Island

chandra thiagarajan


Laugh and Cry


When I laugh
I cry -
When I cry
I laugh-
When will I cry
Without a laugh?
When will I laugh
Without a cry?
Oh! When will
Both cease?
They will only cease
On my Cessation!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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  • Shahzia Batool (5/11/2013 10:57:00 PM)

    Chandra ji, i would like to quote these celebrated lines by Blake, as i feel short of words myself:

    It is right it should be so;
    Man was made for Joy & Woe;
    And when this we rightly know
    Thro' the World we safely go.
    Joy & Woe are woven fine,
    A Clothing for the Soul divine;
    Under every grief & pine
    Runs a joy with silken twine.

    yes, this is the reality you have depicted! ! ! (Report) Reply

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