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Long
ago, an efflorescence of life was plank down on earth
Since
then, mankind came into the existence casting birth
A
cycle that goes on and on with the promise of cooperation
Connects
we children to our mother earth with intense adoration
As
the time changed, people changed and so with them have 'relations'
The
gap contriving in between, both generations fails to built a space for
rendition
The
promising link between the two seems adversely decrepit near to
separation
It's
we, who initiated the route of disguise with the rush of our own greed
Too
easy for us to let go things, far too insensitive to mother earth's selfless
deed
There
is always a limit of everything beyond which the elasticity turns into
plasticity
The
elasticity of earth was till we were its tenants but soon that turned
differently
When
we, the so called care takers of earth started to adhere its authority
A
child can not be the mother of his own mother that is the restraint reality
And
thus, a step beyond once taken can not be recover
And
finally, like a relationship based on compromises don't go longer
The
selfless beauty of love bond and the notion of giving and receiving were
snapped
Time
is the mightiest among all and when it associates with nature makes a deadly
combination
Both
shows the dual phase of loftiness and kindness, capricious
We
can't make them run behind us in a long run rather we will be abandon
We
took the steps unknowingly, knowingly of the consequences
The
another phase of the nature confronted, this time wild and merciless
A
wave of destruction once flowed followed by massacre and loss
A
storm broke out of earth's flasks which proved earth as undefeated
The
strokes it lash hard over the rival made it hard for the man's survival
The
storm carried away everything along with it
The
night after the storm relinquish into gloom, pathetic
Beauty
in abundance is now getting deficit
Lives
struggling to reconcile Life
It's
never too late to correct oneself
Need
is, think twice act wise
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How do you think so deep ... Simran, this is one of your best works that I have read ... Truly awesome, and the concluding stanza portraying truths of life ... superb !!!
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to give a start but once it is done thoughts and words gets in a flow... happy to write something good after a long time. Thank you so much for the shower of appreciation and encouragement. You always do! :-) :-)
DeleteThanks a ton!
Incredible dear. Loved the expression composed with beautiful words woven interpreting the issues with the poetry. Child can not be the mother of its own mother really loved it. So meaningful!
ReplyDeleteSo happy to read your words dear...Thanks Mohu <3
Deletevery wise and thoughtful piece Simran! a beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteWas eagerly waiting to know your views...Glad you liked it, Hope :-)
DeleteThank You!
Well written! Excellent usage of words and nicely picturized! Good read.... Keep up Simran!
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a good read...:)
Deletethanks a lot!
good conceptualization,
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the concept. Thanks, Cifar! :)
DeleteI liked the poem, Sims. and the message that it carries. You have such amazing thoughts, that I find it hard at times to think you are a kiddo still :)
ReplyDeleteThat said, I wish you would try to write shorter verses. Not that you don't, but kya hota hai na, when you write so bada bada, it is as good as a story, or prose. :)
Finally Dearo here :-)
DeleteFor me, your appreciation is much more bigger than a win! Thank you so much :-)
Such wise thoughts laid out in beautiful words. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI loved how you have sent the message of the doomsday across in the form of such beautiful poetry. If we don't stop the ruthless exploitation of our Earth then truly, the night after the storm will pose difficult times for us.
ReplyDeleteAnd Elasticity and Plasticity? Too much into Solid Mechanics are we? ;)
Good luck for BAT :)
such a depth of expression at such young age...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Veteranship Little one!! I liked the thoughts...beautifully written :) :)
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