The very substance of the ambitious
Is merely the shadow of a dream,
Spoke Guildenstern to Hamlet, prince of Denmark
But read I, heard I, listened I, thought I
If the world was barren of ambitions
Would the blue globe, brown specks be what it is
If the envy of blood and body ceased
Would historical legacies be peaceful
Or non-existent, forgotten, ignored,
Wouldn't virgin bodies rot in Earth's girth,
With no graves to guard necks from ravenpecks
Neither prayers nor rites to safeguard from hellbites.
If not for sexual desires,
of the firsts through to the lasts,
Would I be inquesting the very juice of desires?
I don't question it for I'm not worth it
But I doubt this philosophy
of ignoring reality
for a better realm.
Teach me learned folk,
preach me wise folk,
To whose feets ,
experience and wisdom is stuck as dust...
~Ajay
1/9/17
