![]() A Man of ConventionsA Poem by Sujash I. Purna![]() woo your own soul...![]() All were blind words, Never they saw the real world, They were heard for sympathy, They were told for love The irony they meant In the tongue of our friends And the people who they were slave for So I took my words in my chest And buried them in the sea deepest None can hear them None to bother Someday soon will come And egg me on and bring me out Of my sarcasm To talk about so-called love I am a man so why fear A man is destined to be a man Who we can squeeze in convention Within this short time And then I’m a man A man of convention And delication Will my soul be alive When I no longer shall write such rhyme? And laugh away the silly rotas How long do you cling to them? How long would you fear the blame? It is a page that burns On its edge, far edge to the corner That you’re on A man of convention. A silly bearer of gallantry A store-room for responsibilities Climb down, down to the ledge Jump and dive in the sea Breathe in the water, breathe freely Why if this is what you need, Cling to the ways, over the waves, To a place called genteel Never deign, never in hope to be deigned Being selfish is something else, not this Your voice for other, not for you And the serenades are yours Woo your own soul The soul is yours to make free. Out of conventions A man to be. © 2011 Sujash I. PurnaReviews
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8 Reviews Added on April 5, 2011 Last Updated on April 5, 2011 Author![]() Sujash I. PurnaKirksville, MOAboutWotcher! I am Sujash and I ramble. I am a freshman at Truman State University from 2012(isn't it this year???!!!). I'm looking forward to a dual major in Creative Writing and Music(Performance) .. more..Writing
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