fighting endlessly without sin
to win the war that plagues my mind
to take control of the fate I’ll find
one is a lion, of Nemian sort
that lures all notions of man and thought
He consumes and digests the Socratic soul
and reveals to Himself the ideas stole
He’s a beast that knows the light at the end
but knows not how or where it does bend
to find its source is his ultimate quest
until then his war will not rest...
The other a beast of gentle might
that sores on Plato’s platonic height
A gleaming soul that wishes to learn
the wings that flew the Arctic Turn
A beast that stares into the stars
and wonders why the night has scars
and feels to learn and learns to feel
of all the beauty the world hath wield
He cannot consume what lies beyond
but wants to envelope what is among
to learn through feel and touch and taste
instead of harsh consumption haste.
And so the carnage must continue
to find the truth that lines my sinew
so that I may become the man I must be
when no beasts fight deep within me.
Naadir Vorajee
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Matriculant - 2013
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