Ravindranath Kunnath\A man without crying

Ravindranath Kunnath

A man without crying..

Gruellsome oldness creeping Over the body, Without any infant buds. He doubts occassionaly about a heart He owned and give him happiness , With dreams as songs from a lyric.

Now, he believe with him Only the mind as a constant till death. It is away from all gardens and greeneries. It calculates by following rigid formulas And giving fears for the uprising dawn.

One day,he himself asked a question to the mind, After looking his face on the mirror to believe, He ,himself is real and alive.

Useing a very simple method of calculation,even small kids knew, The mind said, Y ou are uselss for all of you,loved . Hither to you lived, But,never planted a tree ,only tosee a green leaf for yourself. You live and now also living By sucking others sweat and blood.

He opposed this By pretending like a valiant warrior He opposed this By collecting all the sharp and bright arrows of reasons .

The mind continoued, You dont studied as per your parents wishes You prentended all for living without doing any work. You loved a girl for your satisfaction, Look at het on the corner of the room Sitting with a frozen body And with an eye that did not reflect The blueness of the sky. After Parents You now acting before your son You are only a sinful shadow of the soil.

He Now knows He defeated And It is already known to all.

He wished to cry But could not Life Retreats Like a fathet it says After the birh Life is the light to glory Alas!always you pretended as a blind. I will give the life,you wasted But Confess How you live up to this time. He again wished to cry But could not.