My eyes haven’t become glass balls <br />They well; when they see dolour <br />Of deprived churls; blood curdles <br />Somewhere deep from the entrails <br />Bursts out aloud, a painful shrill <br />People sneer; call me a fool <br />“This world you can never overhaul <br />Reconcile! Mingle with evil <br />Learn the art of survival” <br />These are morals from grass blades <br />With winds in tune they waggle <br />But I wish I live like lotus <br />Born and dwell in filthy pool <br />I still fight the surrounding foul<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-lotus/
