Let A Man Himself Be

A man's born to be none but him, Made as he's from a unique mould Used but once, never again rolled, In all of space and all of time, No one is made with him to rhyme, In a journey of his fond dream Of many an unknown innings, He's on own path, on his own wings. What water can do scarce can milk, As every man dreams different dream No two things are same as they seem, As cotton would differ from silk, And there's strength nor yet weakness still, So let a man his own self be, He, destiny of his and will, Let him remain as only he. On earth, man's no more than a dot, As earth in solar world's a speck, Sun's huge for us, in cosmos not, Man's born still to carve out own track. He's the only one of his kind— A marvel and masterpiece rare, In body and spirit and mind, In making him God spared no care. If a man still not be what he should be, And go back as is whence he came, Remaining a speck hard to see, He has only but him to blame. Let him make this world with him sing, Though world is obliged none to please, He's him, his soul in utter ease, Seeking a niche where he's the king. _________________________________________ Reflections | 04.12.04 |