One Journey You Must Make It Loney... Poem by saranyan bee

this is one journey
we must go it lonely,
flowers and chrysanthemums,
so must we all -

it is where to nobody want you leave
but none too eager to accompany,
although the priests go over with pride,
god’s place’s best to abide.

on the way up I was reminiscent
of the wrinkled old peasant
who toiled day long and nice
so I could buy from him some rice,

once I gave my son one thousand bucks
a piece of land ‘nd a pair of bullocks,

enthused him to grow a pound of the grain,
he laughed till all the guts would drain,

and said what a foolish thing to do
when you could buy a sack or two
from the neighboring grocers’ store
and bargain for a pound or more,

this is one journey
you feel no dicey,
flowers and chrysanthemums

the peasant’s smile means all.


Saranyan BV December 2007
Chennai