One of the reactions (I have only put it in the form of verses) to my poem ‘Born Free, But Not Born To Be Free’:
Philosophy should be for the great thinkers,
Socrates, Plato, Tagore, Vivekananda and their kind;
We should be content in wearing blinkers,
And not tinker with matters of the mind.
We have perfected our responses on the net,
To ‘Like’, ’emojis’ (depicting emotions) and ‘Comment’;
We can’t be expected to think, fume and fret,
About everything that is, on the net, sent.
Life is as simple as IPL cricket match,
Over which time can be justifiably dissipated.
But, certainly, we can’t open our mind’s hatch,
To the product of a mind that’s constipated.
In any case, who can reason about death and life,
Subjects that are beyond most of us?
If in a lifetime one can understand one’s wife,
That itself would take away most of our fuss.
You should stick to ‘Humour’, Ravi, my dear,
That, we acknowledge, is your core strength.
But, delving in Philosophy, is something, we fear,
Should never be attempted by you at length.
Look at me, how simple I have made my life,
I enjoy my life, to the hilt, as it comes;
No ‘negative thoughts’, no worry, no strife,
I totally leave philosophy to the bums.
As good as the original poem Ravi – ‘simply’ marvellous.
I hope “philosophers” leave well before reading the last line, Sir.
Thank you, John
Haha! Thanks Ashok
Hilarious. Very well articulated.
Thank you, Sir. Regards