Wisdom Poem by Nikhil Sharad

Wisdom



I've to confess
I still dream
Of your descent
From atop the ice-clad peak
That floats in an ocean of cloud
Obscured from the reality
In which I dwell
And all you see
Is the sun braving the mist
With all its hues
Scattered across the sky
You walk downhill
In your ornate silver gown
O wisdom,
your blessings are unrequited
Is that why you forsake me?
In the burrows of earth
Unguarded and unattended.
I pave my way
Through the withered remains
Of your gifts I never valued
But ask me how I now despise
Shooting blindly in the dark
For rewards I never needed.
I'm cold in the rags
Bless me again,
Heal my scars.
Wisdom you have the hand
To break the shackles
And liberate in true sense.
For one touched by wisdom
has none to please
But oneself.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Wisdom
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