Vanity's Whores
Surendranath Sharma Laimayum *
My heart's tired, my legs are weary
My throat's parched, my voice is weak
My feet are failing, but spirit is keen
Homeward I plod, my land of birth
Inanity of youth and wine of desire
Rush of greed and lust for wander
Orphaned my home, its doors ajar
While I drifted on ephemeral tide
While I journey to home denounced
With the hourglass as my foe
I scurry my feet in turbulent haste
Lest the mountains hide the sun
Downcast vision, hallucinating delusion
Many a barren road mobs my eyes
Which of them I must trust?
A haze of doubt fog my sight
There! they say, is my home abandoned
My heart warm, its sight has made
My eyes brighten, my feet lighten
For, there, I see my quest's object!
Derelict and forlorn, the old hut stands
Tattered and weakened by long neglect
For none's stopped by ever to see
What should be of this decrepit wreck?
I open to enter the feeble door
Behold, in the troubled cloud of dust
Ghostly shades and baffling forms
Playing vicious spooky games
My home once sweet is disarrayed
For fiends and imps have invaded
The house they built not, infested
While I bedded vanity's whores!
* Poem written by Surendranath Sharma Laimayum which was published at Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on July 8 2013.
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