osho
10-31-2011, 09:59 AM
I never wanted to flood my poems with the doldrums
But I was adrift morbidly
The pangs I am going cannot be reserved
This overriding thrust
This inadvertent dejection made me cynic
For all I see around is the manifestation of the goings-on inside me
I want to subdue it and go with you
Enjoy and be in high spirits
I am bugged by the things that come with everything
This is implanted in my genes
Pessimism is the uninvited stuff
Man’s debility is doomed to suffer
The sufferance is amok
Should I shy away wryly?
With a shudder of pretexts?
For it is there in different proportions in all
Born with life
But I was adrift morbidly
The pangs I am going cannot be reserved
This overriding thrust
This inadvertent dejection made me cynic
For all I see around is the manifestation of the goings-on inside me
I want to subdue it and go with you
Enjoy and be in high spirits
I am bugged by the things that come with everything
This is implanted in my genes
Pessimism is the uninvited stuff
Man’s debility is doomed to suffer
The sufferance is amok
Should I shy away wryly?
With a shudder of pretexts?
For it is there in different proportions in all
Born with life