The morning conversation
(2001) The sun, when it came up this morning, Seemed to ask me, smiling through its rays- "Who do you want to be; Yourself, or another? What are your dreams, desires, hopes, And what are you heading towards? Can you see these walls encircling you, Can you see impending doom in these fetters? And you, complex amalgamation of lesh, nerves, sinew And hopes, dreams, desires- What do you really want To gain from the process you call life? Would you like it to be a petty charade Like that of listless processionists in a rally Or would you like it to be a joyful parade Like that of victorious soldiers?" This, the sun asked me As I lay in bed in morning's early hour. Shortly after, the clouds came, covering the sun, And they seemed to ask me- "What is more important, To set yourself free and suffer for it? Or to be fettered, but to prosper? To be happy might be glorious, And freedom might seem like bliss, But there are bindings everywhere, There are conventions to foll...