THE NARROW MIND

Oh can you see that, as I see it,
The tree has grown but its shade has'nt

Leaves sprout
Flowers blossom and
Fruits ripen
Yet it still remains 'green 'and
Grief -stricken !

United in hate , Divided in love
You stand to gaze into the empty skies
And squabble about the ground beneath
Lying about truth , mouthing lies

Aggrieved  you are- Agreed !
Dejected by the shimmering light,

But what justifies it ,
but for your cannibalistic right
that you fend of your own soul

in your sublime fight,flight & fright .

The Righteous  is but only a figment of imagination,

but as is your pleasure intangible

your tomorrow as uncertain

And your end as certain

truth is the white background 

on which u script your white lies in black ink

 my wisdom is not eternal 

my virtues not infallible

but the joy of an aesthete conscious 

is unfathomable.

No ! I forsake my grouse with you,

Ah! for I know you can't see what I see.

you can't bear what I bear .