Every sphere of our life,
We try to keep balance,
When there is an imbalance,
There is a disaster,
Economics, politics, sports,
Culture, society, family,
Every where the balance theory.
But this balance...imbalance theory,
Driving us to our extinct,
We never feel, never understand,
But we are changing daily,
Turning into monster from man,
Becoming unknown to ourselves.
Yap, When we balance,
Our morality with reality,
Then we loose our individuality,
Then we walk ahead to the dark,
We forget our own,
And become a new man,
greedy, lusty, nasty man.
Please don't balance it,
Leave this imbalance,
And be a real man of honor....
Thanks for inviting me to read this poem. True, right, every time one tries to balance something, he ends up toppling the system. Given much thought about it, have you? A good poem and a 'gooder' theme! !
I love it how you take something that most see as wrong 'imbalance' and turn it around as if to say that it is infact wrong. That is how I see it, I like it. Thank you for sharing. Thomas Brown
I like your poem Balance......Imbalance, it seems we can't have one without the other, life can be be like riding a see-saw (a long plank with one thing/or person on one end and another person or thing on the other end) A fair-minded person, adjust its weight on the plank in such a way that the person down will rise up while the other feet down on the ground. In most societies one person or persons want to stay up while others stay down, thus, keeping a society imbalanced. thanks for asking me to read your poem, I enjoyed yor fresh perception of balance and imbalance.
It is a poem on a serious theme and it is thought provoking - the predicament of modern man. I enjoyed it greatly.
If it wouldn't be for imbalance, you would never know the importance of balance. Nicely written.
this is life, , , it's between balance and imbalance well penned thanks for sharing 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you Kafil for sharing. Things fall apart. Reminds me of Yeats. 'Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. ' Yeats