Leaves of grass

                 As you like the poem ....

    Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for affections?
The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive.
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate* would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity** to the lives around you would have to be abandon'd,
Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way ..






(* the period during which a novice of a religious order undergoes training,

the place where a novice lives and studies,

a novice)
(**State of things being similar, or identical.
A point of resemblance; a similarity.
State of being conforming, of complying with a set of rules, with a norm or standard.
The ideology of adhering to one standard or social uniformity)


Thanks you sweet people with nice boat like smile below your nose...

Keep reading and always look Ward and never prove yourself to anybody rather improve yourself ...


Regards n love you !!!


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