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O, Poet, Why Do You Appreciation Seek - lyrics by Ashok Sawhny
O, Poet, why do you appreciation seek
From those whose spirit of beauty lies
asleep, A dormant seed that dies
Before it sprouts succumbing to the rigours of a harsh
winter,
Shrivelled,
And
The self,
Burdened by the cares of
living, Oblivious to the joys of
life,
And from these unfortunate of your kind
Approbation seek,
Of that which within you
Rises uncommanded, unsolicited
Is unfair
For that is not their Destiny.
For you,
To screen for the world
The beauty and the majesty of both
Man and Nature,
To not gloss over the frailty of Man and the tyranny of
Nature,
To bring light to bear on the goodness of both
And the oneness of purpose,
To soothsayer and
Cassandra be,
To praise the sun and the moon alike,
To show the day the calm of eve,
And to a tired mind the night bring,
The praises of the Lord sing,
To reveal to Man his Jekyll and
Hyde,
To take when needed Nature’s side,
Its wrath understand and agony vent,
To be its tongue and voice its tears,
Like the last words of a dying tree,
To help create harmony,
To help Man his follies see,
And that for you is, O Poet,
Yours to do.
Note:
All material in this product is the intellectual property of
Ashok Sawhny and cannot be used in any way
without the written permission
of the author Ashok Sawhny. Having said that,
The authoris always open to proposals and can be contacted
via www.ashoksawhny.com
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By Ashok SawhnyO, Poet, why do you appreciation seek
From those whose spirit of beauty lies
asleep, A dormant seed that dies
Before it sprouts succumbing to the rigours of a harsh
winter,
Shrivelled,
And
The self,
Burdened by the cares of
living, Oblivious to the joys of
life,
And from these unfortunate of your kind
Approbation seek,
Of that which within you
Rises uncommanded, unsolicited
Is unfair
For that is not their Destiny.
For you,
To screen for the world
The beauty and the majesty of both
Man and Nature,
To not gloss over the frailty of Man and the tyranny of
Nature,
To bring light to bear on the goodness of both
And the oneness of purpose,
To soothsayer and
Cassandra be,
To praise the sun and the moon alike,
To show the day the calm of eve,
And to a tired mind the night bring,
The praises of the Lord sing,
To reveal to Man his Jekyll and
Hyde,
To take when needed Nature’s side,
Its wrath understand and agony vent,
To be its tongue and voice its tears,
Like the last words of a dying tree,
To help create harmony,
To help Man his follies see,
And that for you is, O Poet,
Yours to do.
Note:
All material in this product is the intellectual property of
Ashok Sawhny and cannot be used in any way
without the written permission
of the author Ashok Sawhny. Having said that,
The authoris always open to proposals and can be contacted
via www.ashoksawhny.com