Saturday, August 01, 2009

Daw they call me

In the hush of this lonely night I lay in disdain,
Not of life or people, but of this immutable pain.

Free thoughts and free minds I, did and will, aspire,
Tears are for the weak, courage for those who follow and admire.

Bereavement or despair, my strife is life long,
My voice may not quell your agony, but in your tenacity I find myself strong.

Bars of iron encumber, kindred spirits propel,
From nadirs of solitude, to the enchantment of heavenly gospel.

Daw they call me, my heart seethes in ignominy,
Eyes await a dawn, of new horizons and harmony.

- Of what has been a life of struggle and and a voice of hope - Aung San Suu Kyi

3 comments:

vV said...

Wah wah.. Kya baat hai! :-)

Anusha Ramanathan said...

Seems like the Burma trip had quite an impact on you
The Nobel Prize winner and her phiolosophy struck a chord with you too
A lovely tribute to a great person, I acknowledge
Reaquainted me with such a great personage.

Keep flitting about the World little brother
May you never cease to be moved by its wonders

Happy Raksha bandhan in Advance
May you always to enhance my life be around :)

Anusha Ramanathan said...

I think I forgot to add

Selfishly Yours - the Forever Madly bad

I know the rhyme is pretty sad

But we can't always be as great as you lad

:P