In The Daytime

I just re-read this post by Nathary again about poetry craziness, and I think she forget to add this one of my man.

In The Daytime

by

Manny Sok

During my days, I roamed the infinite sky, and

Soared in the ideal world, and

Floated through the firmament.

During my nights, I listened to Brahma's wisdom;

I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge.

Yet here I am, existing with ignorance

And heresy.

My nights, I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses;

I saw the Nazarene's miracles at theJordan;

I was in Medina when Mohammed visited.

Yet here I am, prisoner of bewilderment.

I gathered wisdom from quiet Angkor;

I probed the antiquity of Ta Prom;

I heard all that can be heard.

Yet, my heart is deaf and blind.

I suffered hunger at the hands of Pol Pot;

I suffered slavery under Vietnam;

I suffered humiliations imposed by the Thai;

I was lost in foreign lands and foreign cultures;

Yet, I still possess

some inner power

With which I struggle to great each day.

I was here from the moment of the

Beginning, and here I am still. And

I shall remain here in my days and my nights until the end

Of of world, for there is no

Ending to my grief-stricken being.