Two months back I posted
A poem by Gibran
How I became a madman
This time, and for a change
I will read you, the opposite, by him
How I became a wise man
The Scarecrow
Once I said to a scarecrow
“You must be tired of standing in this lonely field”
and he said
“The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting on, and I never tire of it”
Said I
After a minute of thought
“It is true; for I too have known that joy”
Said he,
“Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it”
Then I left him,
Not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.
A year passed,
During which the scarecrow turned philosopher
And
When I passed by him again
I saw two crows building a nest under his hat
Thanks
Nazlat
$$-e$$-e A poem by Gibran
How I became a madman
This time, and for a change
I will read you, the opposite, by him
How I became a wise man
The Scarecrow
Once I said to a scarecrow
“You must be tired of standing in this lonely field”
and he said
“The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting on, and I never tire of it”
Said I
After a minute of thought
“It is true; for I too have known that joy”
Said he,
“Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it”
Then I left him,
Not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.
A year passed,
During which the scarecrow turned philosopher
And
When I passed by him again
I saw two crows building a nest under his hat
Thanks
Nazlat