Where all is broken (Ludhianvi)
Where all is broken
Where each soul's athirst, each glance
Filled with confusion, each heart
Weighed with sorrow...
Is this a world, or chaos?
Sahir Ludhianvi
Labels: poetry
'All right then,' said the savage defiantly, 'I'm claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.'
There was a long silence.
'I claim them all,' said the Savage at last.”
—Aldous Huxley
There was a long silence.
'I claim them all,' said the Savage at last.”
—Aldous Huxley
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
