Mountain Was Mountain!
Mountain was mountain, water water,
Once upon a time for me,
But then they forced me to grow up
And fondly drummed words into me;
My mountains became beautiful,
Tall, rugged, majestic and strong,
My waters became languid, placid,
Turbulent, still, flowing and calm;
But this not enough, I added labels of names
To my beautiful mountains and turbulent mains;
Then I saw regions round mountains
Or ones by the waters washed,
All peopled by humans
But to humanity forever lost;
Nations emerged, some friendly, some not
Seeing truth in their symbols of difference,
Goriest wars bothered them not,
As to their symbols they owed allegiance;
My mountains became symbolic
Of people who loved and hated,
My waters too were people,
Some starved and some were sated;
If only I played with their symbols,
As grown up I would be accepted,
Lunatic, heretic, libertine and mad,
If their symbols I neglected;
Well, to hell with it all,
Back to the beginning I go free,
Out of this confusion, this world of illusionS
Only so plain to see
That mountain is mountain and water water,
Once again, so really for me.
From The Unsung Log by Ronnie Patel (C) Ronnie Patel 2007
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- Ronnie Patel
- Viimsi (Tallinn), Harjumaa, Estonia
- Born in Bombay prior to independence of India from the British, Ronnie Patel spent several years of his life in London of the fifties and sixties. During that time and since, sometimes in turn, sometimes concomitantly, he became company executive, businessman: fashion garments and poultry farming, actor, film-maker, writer and poet. He has lived and travelled extensively round the world for business and pleasure, and has been an exemplary generalist. Except for the occasional forays, he retired from active corporate and business life well over a decade ago, even to shed, at last, the ubiquitous euphemism: consultant. Among his other interests, which include scuba-diving, golf and bridge he has recently taken up oil painting.
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