Indifference, my most
My modesty, thou art the veil over my vanity.
My humility, thou art the very essence of my vanity.
Vanity, both saint and sinner drink from thy cup.
Vanity, thou art the fountain of
wine on the earth,
Peacock, is it not thy vanity that causeth thee to dance ?
bare feet, step gently on life's path,
My ideal, I imagine at
moments that we are playing see-saw.
My self-dependence, thou makest me poor - but at the same time rich.
My beloved ideal, when I was
looking for thee on the earth,
My feeling heart, I so often wish thou wert made of stone.
My limitation, thou art as a mote in the eye of my soul.
Money, thou art a bliss and a
curse at the same time;
Waves : "We are Upsaras of the
Time, I have never seen you, but I have heard thy steps.
Time, in my sorrow thou
creepest, in my joy thou runnest,
Time, thou art the ocean and every movement of life is a wave.
Sky, thou art a sea whereon the boat of my imagination sails.
My thoughtful self,
My independence, how many
sacrifices I have made for thee,
My simple trust, how often thou
hast disappointed me.
My moods, what are you ?
My emotion, where do you come
My imagination, what are you ?