(9 -21 / Thrissur (Kerala) / Vijayawada (A.P) , India)


My seasons have no concerns
Unlike what they have ever said....

First they said,
'Childhood is the spring of all
And it is the most pleasant'.

They said too,
'Adolescence is then like winter for all
And it just asks questions alone'.

Next they said,
'Youth hood is the autumn or the fall for every one
And it once for all searches for the answers'.

And they heaved a sigh and said,
'Old age finally finds the answers for all the questions
And it teaches you everything'.

I differ with them:

My childhood was not a spring
And I did not fleet like a fawn or clot.

My adolescence was not a winter
And I did not feel the chill of questions.

My youth hood has been not an autumn yet
And I am not searching for any answer.

My old age will never be my summer
And I will not find the answers for I did not ask any question!

Where is the wrong?

I stand amazed at the cross roads of an undefined life
Quite unknown to me since my first cry.

But I see many more joining me there
And soon we shall be making a clan without seasons to go by.

Perhaps the wrong is the right!
Will they ever say so?

Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013
Edited: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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Finding a definition for life has been a hard thing for me and I have not succeeded in it.

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  • Rookie Heather Wilson (1/23/2013 3:15:00 PM)

    I have always been unable to define life in any stage or season, right or wrong can be very confusing if it`s not in black and white.
    we can only do our best by others and ourselves I guess. a very interesting, thought provoking poem.
    I shall read again in the future, (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,697 Points Valsa George (1/20/2013 8:20:00 AM)

    Man is rewriting history as it has to be! Why should one always walk through the trodden paths? Those who make history stand out! With the passage of time, values change and no one can block such changes. But let the cardinal traits stay. That's the prayer of the old generation who cannot take in too drastic a change in one gulp! A very novel way of looking at life from an angle unique to Mr. M.D. Dinesh! A poem deep and profound! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shahzia Batool (1/20/2013 1:38:00 AM)

    A very different poem, subjective though but with obvious objective overtones, as this might be the experience n feeling of many of us...Where is the wrong?

    I stand amazed at the cross roads of an undefined life
    Quite unknown to me since my first cry.

    But I see many more joining me there
    And soon we shall be making a clan without seasons to go by.

    Perhaps the wrong is the right!
    Will they ever say so? (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,024 Points Valerie Dohren (1/19/2013 5:34:00 AM)

    I think it is difficult for many of us, all we can hope for is that we shall find some kind of peace in the fullness of time, although I feel this will not be the case for many, myself included. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 81 Points Vivek Tiwari (1/19/2013 4:47:00 AM)

    Life is really a difficult thing to define. Thoughs vary as the minds do. And always a new thought makes a new way of living and happy one also. Thinking different is living smartly. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Www. Poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 (1/19/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    Thank you Mr Thomas for your caution. But I am still cherishing a life without seasonal excesses or lapses. I shall resign to the woes in waiting still without accepting any answer as I have never been asking any! Thank you for your frank' reminder'. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 807 Points Thomas A Robinson (1/19/2013 3:03:00 AM)

    There standing at the crossroads with your clan are you asking questions. Perhaps the wrong is right but you will not know until your dreams turn gray from age, and your hands tremble and your step unstable and you feel the cold air of your final days breathing on your neck will you answer the question. (Report) Reply

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