by Victor Karunairajan[March 14, Toronto, Sri Lanka Guardian]
Yonder by a roadside stump,
Amidst all the din and clang,
And the stir and hullabaloo,
Sat an elder in silent mode
Relaxed and indeed unaffected
By the lewd and bawdy bazaar.
Despite all the shouts and screams,
Rending the air thereabouts
With words and swears so defiant
Remarks noxious and so uncouth
But on his face a spark of gleam
And a streak of subtle smirk
Calm and quite composed too
That seemed his very natural self.
But why is he, I asked myself
In this vulgar, corrosive place
Offensive and quite so coarse
Really not for a man of peace
Deeply etched on his friendly face,
At this most iniquitous spot.
Unto him I wandered slowly
But only like a passerby
As I neared I gently smiled
And gave him a gracious nod.
He did respond, and smiled
But in a flashy moment or two
I felt a message so very strong
Like one from a saintly soul.
Whatever our surrounds be
However evil the sounds deal
Whoever defies our integrity
In all kinds of sundry ways
Among the rich and the favoured
But mostly sham, hardly factual
Or among dwellings poor
And lives absolutely down
Keep your nature unruffled
And fuel yourself truthfully.
Fingers many may pointed be
Vile and base accusations too
But if your mind has been tuned
Free from anger, slant or hate,
There’s nothing ever to worry
For your heart is a precious gem.
I learnt a lot from this elder guy
On this day on my daily walk,
Do not take too seriously
Words that flow from many a lip
Wrapped in packs of rage and hate
All because of misjudged wrath
Of proceeds from ignorant minds
Sown in fury, gathered in revenge.
If we have a caustic bend
That needs a resolute end
Then seek the tracks in such a way
That showers much in endless joy
The elder man has no bitterness
He only exuded tenderness
So he sojourns in eternal bliss
In the realms of serene silence.
END
. - Sri Lanka Guardian
Amidst all the din and clang,
And the stir and hullabaloo,
Sat an elder in silent mode
Relaxed and indeed unaffected
By the lewd and bawdy bazaar.
Despite all the shouts and screams,
Rending the air thereabouts
With words and swears so defiant
Remarks noxious and so uncouth
But on his face a spark of gleam
And a streak of subtle smirk
Calm and quite composed too
That seemed his very natural self.
But why is he, I asked myself
In this vulgar, corrosive place
Offensive and quite so coarse
Really not for a man of peace
Deeply etched on his friendly face,
At this most iniquitous spot.
Unto him I wandered slowly
But only like a passerby
As I neared I gently smiled
And gave him a gracious nod.
He did respond, and smiled
But in a flashy moment or two
I felt a message so very strong
Like one from a saintly soul.
Whatever our surrounds be
However evil the sounds deal
Whoever defies our integrity
In all kinds of sundry ways
Among the rich and the favoured
But mostly sham, hardly factual
Or among dwellings poor
And lives absolutely down
Keep your nature unruffled
And fuel yourself truthfully.
Fingers many may pointed be
Vile and base accusations too
But if your mind has been tuned
Free from anger, slant or hate,
There’s nothing ever to worry
For your heart is a precious gem.
I learnt a lot from this elder guy
On this day on my daily walk,
Do not take too seriously
Words that flow from many a lip
Wrapped in packs of rage and hate
All because of misjudged wrath
Of proceeds from ignorant minds
Sown in fury, gathered in revenge.
If we have a caustic bend
That needs a resolute end
Then seek the tracks in such a way
That showers much in endless joy
The elder man has no bitterness
He only exuded tenderness
So he sojourns in eternal bliss
In the realms of serene silence.
END
. - Sri Lanka Guardian
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