The Platonic Dream

I look into the eyes of the character and shake the hand,

with the gratitude of a beggar being bestowed with a dollar,

and the wisdom of a wolf with the prey in sight,

My love for this world is platonic!

It is devoid of the pleasures of the body,

It is devoid of the monetary lure,

It is saturated with the thought of knowledge,

Knowing the present!

I like now to be existential,

I like now to be skeptical,

I will be dead before I know everything!

I am alive gathering the pieces,

Of life which exists because we do,

Of death being the Renewal,

Of a meaning being the need of the hour,

Of a truth which is as absolute as it is relative,

Of a claim that makes them the rulers!

Of a dream that makes me a poet,

Of a clue that will lead to freedom!

The sign of the philosopher king!

The platonic president, the utopian prime minister and the quixotic master!

They all exist, in my dreams!

 

“Meanwhile, this conversation never happened –

Socrates: I want to ask you – what is freedom?

Plato: Being reborn in this century, I think I need to be more updated with current affairs to answer this question

Socrates: But how do you know the knowledge being provided is true and correct?

Plato – By being Platonic!”

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2 Comments Add yours

    1. wazirnama says:

      Thank you @canicolsblog

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