What Shall I Do? Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
What Shall I Do?
I will not show my wounds
As you have poo pooed them not just once!
My life too extracts a price.
And I alone shall pay it.
A heap of pain may squeeze me for long
But I will never let you know them
For you are much disinterested
In all those mutterings...
I see nothing hitting my daily bread
But it turns bitter in taste
Or a newer fever grips my palate!
Am I drawing the conflicts of a season
And setting the mind up on a mound
Of scarce greenery and much of brown stones?
A half naked moon may wipe out my tears.
But she is half naked, you see!
Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort
And freedom of the mind is an Utopia.
I too wish for a soul singing in a withering tone
Till the delusion of eternity fades out.
The departing stars are yellow and far
I see my boyhood youthful pride dying with them.
Your frowns and cold looks have been
A silencer for my lost spring, I swear.
Someone was knocking at the door I thought
But it was the naughty wind in a wrong gesture!
The footsteps heard have stopped for ever
And the desertion looks imminent
But I will not show my wounds
As you have termed them as the scars of unknown fears.
My mind dives into a pool
In the abyss of which my sleep is asleep.
The heart with contents of sorrow may re-beat
And it may fill up the nothingness with a few sighs
I perceive another spring should have been there
For my other seasons have been disguised very often!
In the orchard of my yesterdays.
I want to chase a butterfly in mad flutter
Along the corridors of the life left over
Shall I walk with my half naked moon otherwise?
Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort And freedom of the mind is an Utopia. Yes, time causes discomfort! But freedom of the mind is what we make! If we shackle our mind in gloomy thoughts, we won't be able to see the flutter of sunny morrows! The whole poem breathes a sense of regret and longing! A very emotive poem, a wonderful write!
Time weighs heavy on all of us, but our mind need not grow old. An interesting write Dinesh.
I see nothing hitting my daily bread, someone who is knowing at the door I thought he is needing something. What should I do? Of course I should feel another heart. Wonderful poem written. Nice on sharing on desk.
A lovely poem expressing the deepest emotions of mind. Here, I fully agree with a situation like when a person sees that by far his/her problems or sorrows are not being looked with sympathy, then the ego or the self respect guides to keep them very much within. Hence..... But I will never let you know them For you are much disinterested In all those mutterings... Though..... Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort And freedom of the mind is an Utopia. ....... Thanks for sharing.
Restrictions in your life are binding you tightly with unresolved issues kept hidden, as you long for the sweet taste of freedom of mind and spirit to release your emotions with the dawn of a new spring of been able at last to be you! A very deep write, so honest and a beautiful write!
One of the best piece I have ever read so far on philosophy of life so delicately crafted with suitable metaphor...... after all where is that Utopia, that perfect place, that perfect state of mind, that perfect state of bliss......yes our mind dreams that Utopia and death achieves this.....Dineshji......phenomenal write....10/10
Ego is the most important thing for the animal world and hence for us, Once I read..if you are week and old never project yourself to be...enemy may chanced to attack... nice philo sophia...thank you sir
I feel the sigh of pessimism running after the sweet butterfly.
A Beautiful Philosophical write reflecting in different ways. There are some questions which remain unanswered in our life. Very true said, wounds cannot be shared, as today people may take as the weakness of a person and person may be wounded further. No one can heal anyones wound. Only self can heal it. in todays life Utopia remained mere a dream. Wonderful yet painful write on truth of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I want to chase a butterfly in mad flutter Along the corridors of the life left over I like the whole poem, but these line stood out for me the most. :)