Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Shepard’s Woes

Such is his destiny,
To find the one lamb that he lost,
Leaving the other ninety nine behind!

His little black lamb,
How it whimpered at night,
And dragged tired  by twilight,
His little black lamb!

In search of his destiny,
He marched.
Between the sun and the sand,
The mountains he scaled.
Not once or twice, but thrice,
Over the precipice he fell.

Between anger and pain,
Between pride and shame,
Like a ship without an anchor he sailed,
Not knowing where to stop,
He is lost!

Runic is love.
For between sanity and insanity,
Between fixation and apathy,
Like a wick without a flame,
He is lost!


- Shilpa Ramesh Maiya (Sakshi)
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Its nice...

Chaitali... said...

nice one!! its such a simple thing...about an everyday-routine-life of someone of a different profession. - But you have presented it so intricately. Keep em coming shil :)

Unknown said...

Deep,Lucid and Intense.

Indeed the beginnings of a great Poet - Writer - Philosopher.
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