Another generation, another world
moves ahead, steps over you.
The tradition cannot flow off
with an arrogant grin;
while the dreams are simple,
simpler than life,
without boundaries,
free from authority,
or any science.
Still you slice arcane images
and host a dinner
of ornamental vegetables,
or when the moon turns
into a beautiful woman,
and covers her nakedness
with a sheet of cloud,
in the misting September rain
your trickled dreams seem
purer than the monsoon clouds.
THE NEW GENERATION DOES NOT STEP OVER US...THEY STEP UPON US...'WE' ARE THEIR STEPPING STONES AND WHETHER WE WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT, THEY 'MIRROR' US. WE DIDN'T DO IT RIGHT AND NEITHER DO THEY. AND SO...WE CONSOLE OURSELVES BY EATING 'UNNUTRITOUS FOOD' AND DREAMING FOOLISH DREAMS...THAT SEEM...SO PURE. WELL DONE DEBASHISH, WELL DONE. ENJOYED AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
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JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS