If I can’t hold happy now till morrow, <br />Nor can its seed search in the days be-gone, <br />Hauling it out from Time’s trackless hollow, <br />How can I see it stand still on its own? <br /> <br />If I can’t dig out bliss from dusty grey, <br />Nor know to stretch its life in endless space, <br />I’d be lost staring at time’s dancing face <br />Fleeting at light’s speed, wishing it would stay. <br /> <br />An if I know to delve into bright sun <br />Setting slowly, in joy as in sorrow, <br />I can’t but carry on with the burden <br />Of that vague, vague whether-or-not morrow. <br /> <br />But if I care not for that weighty past, <br />And make light of the morrow’s vague promise, <br />And dare either impostor for what he’s, <br />I can make every moment endless vast. <br /> <br />Go ‘head, dive unto this fathomless now, <br />The seed and sprout of life, Lao–tse’s1 Tao! <br />________________________________________________ <br /> - Musings | 03.10.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-can-t-2/
