Imagine – I said, to the bird in the cage – that one day you can be free
“Never ever believe what your imagination tells you,” chuckled she
“It is just a wish for things that you know can never be!”
Imagine – I said, to the drooping flower – that you shall never wither
Laughed she at my whimsy, and said, “Come hither!
Have you not heard that beauty lasts not forever?!”
Imagine – I said, to life – that everything will be in perfect synchronization
And she stopped for a bit, doubling over – laughing – in mirthful animation
“Imagination!” she sighed, “The root cause of all sorrows ... Oh! Thy cursed Imagination!”
©Rohini Chandrasekhar
14-05-2013
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