The Philosopher

Philosopher, the world is yours, Thinking is yours And the mood too your own, Philosopher! The idea is yours, Delving too yours And the art of dwelling far And lapsing into. You of your own mood And delving And dwelling, Philosopher! Thinking is yours So your idea, So your imagery And imagism. Visionary, Dreamy, Imaginative and brooding, Where dwell you? Philosopher, What your thought and idea, Philosophy and thinking, Vision and dream? Philosopher, I will not stay it here, You too will not, But your philosophy will Foryear after year. Philosopher, you live in philosophies As the world yours, The world is yours And mine is a poor lot to plod. Philosopher, I am a poor man With a poor lot of mine, I a poor man With a poor destiny of mine. Philosopher, you take me away, Take me away As want I not, Want I not to live here. Philosopher,Philosopher, My pain, My pain you do not know it, Know it. How much, how much aggrieved, Aggrieved am I, Am I, How much, how much pained am I at heart! Sorrows rake me up badly So trouble and tribulation, Bad luck and bad times Tearing me apart. Bad luck, Bad times disturb me, Disturb me badly Bad luck, bad times. Philosopher, where to go, Where to go, Barring it, Leaving it all? Sometimes turn I into An iconoclast, Sometimes an iconographer, Sometimes into a nihilist. Sometimes nihilism, Sometimes agnosticism, Sometimes theism, Sometimes atheism my solace. Sometimes nihilism, Sometimes agnosticism, Sometimes atheism, Sometimes idolatry my solace. Sometimes iconoclasm, Sometimes a strange vacuum With vacant musings, Lurking landscapes Take me away to. And desperately ask I, Who am I, Where am I from, What my pathway end? Who, who am I, What my identity, What my existence, Who, who am I? I ask and ask, But there is none, There is none To answer me. What is the beginning, What is the end Of the world, Who to opine? What the origin, What the beginning, What the end, Who to tell me? How was the world, How was it life, How the earth was, How the things took a shape? Some say The world is nothing, All but nothing, Nothingness, nothingness writ large. The world is absurd So the things and times are Full of absurd things, Absurdities. Why do we do, Why are we here, Whom are we waiting for, Living for what? There is none to answer, Answer me The existential questions Raking me. Who am I, Where am I from, What my name, What my identity? But there is none, None To answer me, Answer. In return say they The world is religion, Faith and piety, Idolatry. But what is the truth That want I to know, How the truth, The ultimate reality? There are also some Whom say it The world is atheism, We in a godless universe. Where is God, Can you prove it, Where is, Who has seen God? God, I searched Him, Did not find Him, God, I found Him not, Oh, God was not! Philosophy, after being frustrated in life Abused I God, Confiding in blasphemy, Choosing doubt and suspense. Perception says it, reality as it teaches me There is none, None my own in this world, Philosopher, Philosopher! I shall go away, go away From this world, I shall go, go away From this world, Philosopher! I shall not, shall not come back again, I shall not, shall not, Philosopher, I shall not come back again, Philosopher! Philosopher, nothing yours, Nothing is but Mine, Everything but His, His, I do not who that man. What to do, Where to go As is the fate ordained by God, As is human destiny? On the unknown paths of life, On the unseen paths, Untrodden and untrekked Have I pass through, pass through, Philosopher!