When I was idealistic and young,
I was Dr. Faustus:
ready to love any beauty for while,
willing to risk heaven for the mysteries of the world,
determined to rule it rough,
saying, 'All this is mine! '

No bespectacled gaze could fathom my heart
that welled up with truth and certainty;
no power ruled that could ever curb
my natural spontaneity.
I walked like a lord who could change the world
with a snap of the finger of my will.

Although truth has eluded my grasp ever since,
certainty is a legend I still love;
Dr. Faustus too is alive and well
with no pit below nor a heaven above.
Only the magic of his days is gone.
as he pours over himself stubbornly alone.

Padma Prasad Devkota

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