Mohini Chatterjee

I ASKED if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
'pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,
'I have been a king,
I have been a slave,
Nor is there anything.
Fool, rascal, knave,
That I have not been,
And yet upon my breast
A myriad heads have lain.'''
That he might Set at rest
A boy's turbulent days
Mohini Chatterjee
Spoke these, or words like these,
I add in commentary,
'Old lovers yet may have
All that time denied --
Grave is heaped on grave
That they be satisfied --
Over the blackened earth
The old troops parade,
Birth is heaped on Birth
That such cannonade
May thunder time away,
Birth-hour and death-hour meet,
Or, as great sages say,
Men dance on deathless feet.'

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (22)

wow wonderful sea where LOVE is great endless soul /// lovely poem
It was the sea of love...i smiled as i finished reading your poem on love..... yes the sea of love. we are only in it.. crossing and crossing and crossing.. is nt it. that is our joy which makes us go........ forward. lovely poem dear poet. tony
excellent introspective lines have written by you O poet great 10++++
Such a beautiful poem on love, my love for the beauty!
Very Powerfully Sown! ! ! ! ! With Ever Such Beautiful Heart! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
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