Tuesday, 25 April 2017

parley resumed

Tiresias: What good shine on mine blind eyes, and what good warmth on mine wrinkled face! T'is a time to rejoice the nature's awful beauty.

Cadmus: Good morrow Ti! Had a good sleep?

Tiresias: As gentle as the curled furry guardian of the dead, Master.
 
Cadmus: Your words amuse me, my friend.

Tiresias: Lest, mine words are of some use...

Cadmus: Ti, my friend, my dear friend... you and I should retire. It is about time we had new faces in the palace, new kings and king makers, and new order.

Tiresias: Certainly Master, but one should not and cannot stop being who he is. A king is a king, and forever be the king despite the change in place of dwelling. We are men of soil, and looking after our people is not our prerogative but a duty, my Master. Abdicating from our destined responsibilities can do us no serious harm, yet it can also do us no good.

Cadmus: Ti... You make my mind dizzy... Fetch me some good wine, and spread the sweet fragrances of the Arab perfume in the great hall.

Tiresias: As you order, Sire.

4 comments:

Arun said...

Food for thought in the morning. Good one though.

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you, Sir!

Chandrashekar Manohar said...

One day, a shepherd was walking his sheep in a vast grassland.. One sheep went past the visible boundary, yet the shepherd did not bother searching beyond and started telling a story.. Once upon a time... He began.. The sheep cane back and so did the life back to the field..

Suhasini Srihari said...

You write really well!

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