He will just do nothing at all.
He will just sit there in the noon-day sun.
And when they speak to him;-
he will not answer them
because he does not wish to
And when they tell him to eat his dinner
he will just laugh at them,
And he will not take his nap
Because he does not care to.
He will just sit there in the noon-day sun.
He will go away – and play with the panda,
and when they come to look for him,
he will stick them with spears
And put them in the garbage and put the cover on
And he will not go out in the fresh air
nor eat his vegetables
And he will grow thin as a marble
He will do just nothing at all.
He will just sit there in the noon-day sun.
– Wolcott Gibbs
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The day will come
When my poetry, silently falling like a ripened fruit
From the weight of its fullness of joy,
Shall be offered up to eternity.
(R.Tagore from “The Borderland,” translated by William Radice)
Congrats and cheers Madhu!
Keep up the offerings. Was reminded of the work ‘Borderland’! So..Keep offering to eternity!!