The Rolling Stone
K. Radhakumar *
My mind has dirtied the world.
My mind!
How frail you are!
It is hard to see
Within my cultural background.
The world is as I see it!
The world as my idea!
I do not have the Midas touch;
Everything I touch is not turned into gold.
There is no laughter but sour faces all around
And everything goes sour.
Does life stress individualism?
On more than one occasion
I have been struck by objective reality
The world without me
The world
Not through the prism of my life
The naked world
Not clad in fineries made by me.
But a weakling I am.
Infatuation, puppy love
Call it what you will.
I professed my admiration
For a girl my age in my teens.
I read meanings into her smile
And happiness sang inside me.
Then one day
She broke my heart
When she married a man
Close to her heart.
My whole teens was wasted
And I almost died of sorrow.
But then what is the use of a world
Without me?
And what a beautiful love story!
The world with or without me!
A titanic struggle!
A Sisyphean clash!—
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on September 09, 2016.
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