What will the world say syndrome
I lost a lot chasing pleasures of flesh--
My son that gave me age lost loving wife,
Mine lost her mind, woe to me, to my rash
Acts, to my ways to invite my own strife!
A venomous snake (what else) had stung me,
Yayati poured out his heart in a dream
To a victim drowned in a self-made sea,
Forced to run a rat race, rise still like cream,
And stressed, lest he’s left behind-- a vague fear
To lose life of pleasures, nay, pains so sweet
Of today’s man driving on reverse gear
And out, a make-believe monster to beat.
Whence hast arisen this fantasy from?
Self-made, from what-will-the-world-say syndrome.
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Sonnet | 01.03.2026 | dream, fantasy, fear, illness, joys
Note: Yayati of Mahabharata suffered from the fear of loss of life’s pleasures, now known as Yayati syndrome. This sonnet warns about its counterpart known as anti-Yayati syndrome born off today’s world of rat race.
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