Once in moments
Half real, half contrived Thad scribbled,
“Tam eternities away From my captive past.” Today I reckon
That captive past
Was freedom,
More exhilarating more inebriating
Than Temptations of Promised Kingdom. For that was the time When you and me
Could gather the Universe (And often did gather) in one Sweeping Swathe, And just grin away,
Yes grin away,
Like the professional Stage artists,
The inevitable pain, the deep-seated pain. Today you and me
Only wonder
And want to know
What is it that
We all call love?
Love is love, they say and it is no slave
To definitions
Or philosophy,
Love is free, they say eternally free.
It is only we
Who are slaves;
And as slaves
Must cart away
Our common fate.
You watch
Anxious and alarmed,
I wait
Apprehensive and askance: How long, how long
My dear, dear friend Will our frail
Little Worlds
Endure conflagrations and burn
AS miniature HIROSHIMAS, NAGASAKIES OR NELLIES AMRITSARS OR DELHIES
Article extracted from this publication >> February 15, 1985
