Beam of sunlight penetrates through
window pane
And perches gently over my face
waking my senses
I come to world and think over the
night of insane.
I think that should not be real for I
am not tensed.
Weak part of my mind says that could
be true
And my strong part argues that it’s
merely dream.
Heavily I try to forget what my two
parts say
For I’m not Adam experiencing everything
first
Life is not like all time falling on
lorry full of hay
Sometimes we ought to fall on hard
metallic fist
My weak mind says about the hay and comfort
My strong says about metallic fist
and courage.
You can say it is danger to dream
snake bites
And you can say it is believed only
in villages
You can say somebody might have done
rites
What you call black magic in your
localities
Strong mind says that there is no
magic as such
Weak part says about Milarepa with a
punch.
I know that my two parts of mind will
never stop
World after all, is what we call dual
materialistic
I try forgetting the night but on my
way to shop
I see small snake; herpetologist
would say, Fantastic!
Again my two parts of mind started
their debates
My weak part at last say at which I
shiver and vibrate
It says: will I be weak and untrue in
all times to come?
-By Chezang.
