I dont know if i have this teribble mood swings..
yet i dont know if this is due to different factors.
Well mostly due to office life maybe i'm highly workaholic.
Lately this poem is what i felt here in the office..
i dont know if this to someone or somebody or a mysterious disease that cant be cure.
I dont know...
Hope there is such a tree.
Anyways i thank my old lab buddy in college who introduce me to this poem.
He my be cynical at times.
Well i wish him luck wherever he is.
A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
