Grief | Ramu Das

Let me drink, let me drink.

Let no pain, nor pleasure, nor grief, nor do joys bother me.

Help me my thoughts link,

For when I’m drunk, no sense in the world, whatsoever, do I see.

Let me drink, let me drink.

Be with me, listen to me, sing me a song and laugh with me;

Make a toast, let the glasses clink.

C’mon now, blurt out what you must, and set yourself free.

You always complain that I keep to myself,

You say that for you I hardly care.

Today, however, I’d provide you all my help

And with you everything I will share.

Tomorrow when I come to my senses

No word that blames, or that kindles strife, can I hear!

But now, my heart flutters and dances.

Come, let me pour you the wines; let us drink and have no fear.

Once strangers we were
Soon no strangeness remained
At times, at a distance you were, then so near
And now, aches my heart, oh look! It is maimed.

Blame must I my eye, it sees things changing
Yet a little closer to you I wish to be
Should we, once again, in the rain go dancing?
But oh! Now you care little for me.

Hark, like you, I shall try to move on!
What are you to me anyway, when to you I’m none?
But the residue of my true feelings can never diminish
However, regret I shall not, no… not a thing!
Or be immobile with grief, or loss my sense of being a being
In your thoughts’ sake, I shall but write my verses with great relish.

A Thinking Man