Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Friday, April 01, 2011

Earth Mother

I have been long before you, son,
I will last long after you.

Armies have marched over my soil,
And looted and pillaged and murdered,
They tore babies from their mothers,
They hunted men like animals.

I did not cry, my son.

Brother has deceived brother,
Lies and treachery have ruled the land,
Honest men have starved, cheats became kings
And fools have been granted wealth.

I did not cry, my son.

Men have trapped themselves in rules
And waved flags of assumed identity;
They have rejoiced over trifles
And learned to ignore reality.

I did not cry, my son.

Men will do far foolish things,
They will create sharper knives, deadlier guns,
And they will cheat and loot and pillage
And do things you dare not imagine.

I will not cry, my son.

I have been long before you, son,
I will last long after you.

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