New notions are all seen
With suspicious eyes ever
By all alike everywhere.
And so they die quite soon
With no past to talk of.
A crowd is seen building a temple
For the notions ancient.
Not even an inn
Is seen for the notion brand new
And the crowd never learns.
New notions are next exiled.
Notions old become a deity,
They engage slaves,
The worshipers are transformed
At their will and the deity shows its fags.
The new notions die a premature death,
It is a murder by a crowd.
No tears, no funeral but corpses are there.
The ghosts of the negations loud
May begin to haunt the abodes.
Those notions which won't foster life will have to die, whether they are old or new! How many outdated notions are replaced by new ones! Closing our eyes against realities.... is it commendable?
No, dear friend the new notions wil not die, may be refused ignored by those on top. But many of those living underground would treasure one and each as their tiny hope for better world..Thank you for share.
a good and practical write on notion. No tears, no funeral but corpses are there.
a good write on new notions die. the last stanza explains the poem well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But the fostered life has to be a fact Madam Valsa. The overstay of a notion just amounts to a foul truth sans any reason. Closure of eyes must be a pain giving experience! The commendable is left unread between the lines and that needs another Valsa perhaps. The last stanza is the crux of the notion en lived through this write. Thank you for being expressive...