Poetry

Whence the fall of the fruit

Whence the fall of the fruit Onto the thorns down below Will the world hate and despise us And curse us when we go? Ah, I know, The mighty rock keeps on turning slow A thousand brave men shall come and go And be forgotten, like those who went long Read more…

By Shaji, ago
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Jumping to conclusions

Why do I always jump to conclusions, and Imagine the worst possible outcome? Not only this, I feel helpless that there is no solution to the problem when there might not be a problem at all. Intelligence, misery,  or the human condition?

By Shaji, ago