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Rubicon Crossing
Rubicon Crossing
Behold a young man in his late twenties
Standing silently near the swampy shore
Of the Rubicon, with a gentle breeze
Rustling his hair amidst pains to the core,
With grief filtering through veins of his heart
At the thought across the river to depart;
His love lies on the river`s western side
But between them rests a parental wall;
Should he, he wonders, smash the hedge aside!
That would lead to his beloved`s downfall
As she is a precious part of the wall
And away from her parents cannot stand tall;
It`s a wall built on the frail sand of class,
With himself pitched at the low ladder`s rung,
His love caged in lodge of mid-level glass;
The gap ever clings on parental tongues,
Shrouding him in darkish clouds of sadness
And stringing his soul with sorrowful sour distress.
Should he kneel before his sweetie`s parents?
That will vanquish his dignity
Be the very summit of aberrance
And tear down his respectability;
Better leave a piece of his soul behind,
He conceives, than host a shame in his mind.
Peering down the depth of his inner self
He can eye a clear light beckoning him
To cross the Rubicon river like elf,
Not like a shattered soul sorry to seem
Bur with sheer sweat to shine up the ladder
Until he can wield the envied rudder.
The young man pursues his inner self counsel
Though for weeks his head and heart pine and ache
Though for months he courses down a tunnel
Though thick mists and dark clouds he has to face,
Near journey`s end he is a braver soul
Through wild woeful winds to achieve his goal.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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