A Scene At A Sailor's Home
Desire
When I told my son, I have to go
Back to the ship
He said, No, I won’t let you go
clung to me and began to cry.
I picked him up, kissed him and asked
Why do you cry my baby
just tell me why
What toys you want me to bring you
What things you want me to buy?
No. No.. He shook his head instead
as tears fell in streams
I won’t let you go this time
and he won’t tell me his dreams.
His mother tried her hand
She thought she was more adept
at handling his moods
and being a mother, she better understood.
She lisped… Come now be a good boy
You must know, your Papa has to go
to get money, sonny
so that we can get all things we need.
… a big house , A car and lead
A life sans worry
Hurry now, take your milk and go to sleep
He got down from her lap
and ran as if he had an answer for her needs.
And came back hiding something behind his back
A mischief in his eyes, a smile on his face.
And came where we sat.
What do you hide from me, I said
What do you have in your hand
No, he said, I won’t show
First promise that now, you won’t go..
O.K. Promise! I said,
And I’ll tell you a story today in bed
of a prince, who conquered
where ever he was sent
by the king, his father
but this couldn’t make him happy
no matter where he went
And he had everything a man can desire
but he wasn’t happy
Because the danseuse, he wanted his princess
His parents won’t consent.
He interrupted me in my reverie
and rode in to my lap
and jingled his piggy bank in his hand
He shook it like a wand
as magic lit his eyes he said
take it all and keep it
Now promise, you won’t go.
I drew him to my lips
kissed him and began to cry
My son, I said
the world of love is so good
But why the man has never understood.
What he needs for living is there,
where his heart resides
But why he doesn’t see it
and why he doesn’t know
why he doesn’t understand
and where does he go
to look for happiness
when all the while
it’s in the smiles
of those he lives for…….
What more should he need
what more should he desire
when money can’t give it
nor getting it kill the fire
My child here you are ready to forgo
all that you possess
So that your dad
may not go to get
what he doesn’t have
Ha! you understand love
more than the man has ever had, I brood
My answer and the lack of it
yet again spoil his mood
and unsure of what more he could do
to stop his father from going
he begins to cry yet again
And his mother takes him away
as he weeps
It’s time he goes to sleep
I know he cries
when he’s tired and when he’s hungry
She cuddles him vainly
and tries to cheer
Dear, I know why do you cry
Now be a good boy, don’t weep
It’s time for you to sleep
I sat there alone and thought
Well! Who is and who is not
Hungry and Asleep
Lost in Maya
Thick and deep
"Maya" means illusion, which according to "The Geeta" (The Holy Book of the Hindus) this word is.
