AND THE REST, GENTLY TO SLEEP LAY
. By Deepak Menon
Can meanings, we, from words glean?
Words that are meant to let us know,
What we can never hear or dream,
Words meant to raise or lay us low,
What we can see, of intents unseen
From words uttered not to let us know,
Is but a fragment of a forgotten dream
Words wrapped in magic gowns of snow,
Lily white in nether worlds so dark
Showing glimmering rivers of feelings,
That words like crawling maggots park
In minds deep recesses,with meanings,
That silently reverberate with truths
We think we know but are not sure,
For words are carriers of those truths
And themselves the beckoning lure,
Concealing meanings in shimmering hazes
Compelling reason and ignorance,
To lose themselves in speakers mazes
Of meanings construed as deliverance,
For, meanings from words we do derive,
But in a parochial, limited way,
We hear what we need to survive
And the rest must always hidden stay,
So let's not peer too deeply into the meanings,
Of words we hear along life's way,
Lets glean what we desire to sooth our feelings!
And the rest? - Gently to sleep lay.
