Dust

This body is made of dust,
But it's in its nature,
That it fears dust.

Why ? See the soldier,
He goes to dust,
never fears to go to dust,
fights bravely for his dust.

Yet, his dust,
is worshiped like dust,
by common dust.

If this body could understand
The eternal puzzle of dust --
man comes from dust, goes to dust,
But the one who does a noble deed,
lives in the memory of the dust,
Others simply get eaten way in the dust.

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5 Mar, 1999, experiment with using one word in different ways  was the idea behind this ...

A Book is a true teacher,
when man can ne'er the pages tear.

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12 Jan 1999

Happy New Year

The old gives way to the new,
the grasses shine with the dew,
But, something is not new,
The school is same; the books are same.
The dreams are same; The life is same.

It's the truth - adventure is missing,
We do nothing but reading,
eating, sleeping, learning without understanding.
Life today is just breathing.

If anyone could understand me,
someone could cool my firing heart;
Ah ! Its knowledge, new knowledge,
O ! had I the time to part,
to unite with that ocean --
which ends nowhere.
To submerge in that wine --
which gives limitless, unhinged pleasure,
to die that death --
which is no death at all.

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written around new year's time, Jan 1, 1999.