CONSOLING MYSELF
The day is not the same all the time ; Moments glide from pride to shame ; Every moment we need a different taste Day and night is no different game; The mirror which looked at me with a scowl I broke into pieces, I was not what it declared To me and to the world . I looked at the falling sun Trapped it in my eyes; And then , fell upon my bed And raised a whole army of depressing thoughts; When my friends are my friends; And why enemies enemies? i went on Surrounded by praise and condemnation Helpless to decide who is right. O world spare me , catch me not In my falling spirits; I am not a fallen star I am the dust from which stars are made, So many things which eat my inside Like insects, which Hollow the innocent trees, I stand tall; tell not my secrets to the wavy breeze