The Other valleyA Poem by gautamThe world I stay, thrives by differences ;corporeal and surreal age it adds to make one wise old and other a young fool body it binds, land it divides and languages it creates all for a single purpose-to create this valley of differences. Time! how cruel you are to cut all asunder brandishing the ruthless sword that leaves me yonder from my loved ones, whom thy crew rows efficiently a journey-which makes the left, grieve on past incessantly. Unfair is this world, that leaves me in present alone with all I love tucked in past or future trove work of unbiased fate, I shall speak not forever for it is the chief of my happiness plunder. Thus, I cried to the frolicking waves that die anew at my feet always, "Hop not dear young beings of water this world deserves not thy happy chatter" The waves giggled still in my presence, " O man! why think you of this forlorn place where a wave lives on the fall of her kin a place so miserable with death so keen" "Think of that valley my comrade of life where all shall huddle near a joyous lake, with fountain of youth brimming our cups, tree of knowledge silently resting unspoken woes." Closed I, my eyes that have seen only pain kissed adieu to friends who speak to most in vain "I shall look for you in the other valley, my dear where we laugh at all this; serious and unreal." © 2016 gautamAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorgautamChennai, TAMIL NADU, IndiaAboutI am student of life, working in Chennai India. I have been writing since my 10th grade and always loved the black on white paper. more..Writing
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