Own.

Caddick, The Night, 1980

Every town our hometown,
Every man a kinsman.

Good and evil do not come
from others.
Pain and relief of pain
come of themselves.
Dying is nothing new.
We do not rejoice
that life is sweet
nor in anger
call it bitter.

Our lives, however dear,
follow their own course,
rafts drifting
in the rapids of a great river
sounding and dashing over the rocks
after a downpour
from skies slashed by lightnings–

we know this
from the vision
of men who see.

So,
we are not amazed by the great,
and we do not scorn the little.

Kaniyan Punkunran