His stupid heart; Vehement in its denial Of all things prudent and practical. A romantic, by nature. Living in a fool's paradise. While his friends were busy Coping with pressure of the daily grind, Earning university degrees A job for the future Raising a family, Money for their material benefits, He wanted to be- A moonbeam! Like the moonbeam, travelling ticketless Over the whole earth, He wanted to caress the soul Of many a traveller Weary with fatigue On the road of life. Like the moonbeam He wanted to lie, floating On the vast oceans And swim with the whales. Penetrate into the depths of forests Basking in the silence Breathing a bouquet of fragrances Of wild moss and lichens And lie peacefully with the lions outside their den. Like a moonbeam He wanted to sooth and calm, Induce peace and love, In all hearts baying for blood And plotting violence On humanity and nature. Sitting by the roadside, In tattered clothes and unkempt hair, Lost in thought, Vehemently shaking his head, sometimes, While staring at the moon, He still nurses this wish Of becoming a moonbeam. Inspired by a famous poem named "Amalkanti" in my mother tongue.
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