11/10/07
Now the cruellest blow is struck For one who loved without reserve, Who offered self and deeper self, Received in turn betrayal, death Of all once beautiful and true. Love once thought invincible Was severed as the cord of life As a mother's the umbilical Severs to bring new life to earth. But mine is not new birth but pain Of separation and deceit. I was one who loved unknowingly Of wisdom's guidance unaware Unstruck by truth's lightning rod Who gave as only soul can give, Weighed not another's love on scales That measure the giver and the gift Finding one inadequate. For all that mind and heart can vow Love's true gift needs not return Nor pleasure seeks to pleasure giv'n. But the world is a bowl of doubt and guile From which we eat the bitter frit And fall from Grace though we must rise Above misgivings and distrust, Abandon negativity. And though we fall ten thousand times We do not have the right to fail, The luxury to live with grief. Behind this frail and false faade Or godlike nature waits its hour To mould the human form divine.
Poems Undated (1727)
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