The Question Of Scaring Morrows.... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

A poet must feel responsibility bring truth to the front. Problems in society must be brought forward, The have-nots and the lesser beings make a beeline Before the food stores and shelter homes, how sad! Nicely said in these lines and more. But there are other aspects to poetry as well and good feelings must be developed. It is responsibility of the poet to bring out what he or she feels and a poet's view needs to be studied. Thank you for a poem with good thoughts.

Oh, what a sharp tirade on people like me! By what all phrases you describe us..... tortoise with heads buried, people who relax in the shade when wild fire burns and searing flames rise, people who don't read, who don't reason, who can't judge..who can't accept reality.... Oh.. this is too much Dinesh! Let me ask you one thing... can we ever enjoy life after wiping away the tear from every face or eradicating all miseries and ills from the face of the Earth? That would be a utopean dream! I f everyone sees only the graver side of things, life will be devoid of all cheer! ! 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind'? This single line of Shelley has energized and given hope to generations! May be people like you and the ones like me are the right mix to get life going! Inspite of all negativity, the poem is a powerful analysis of the present day world, especially lines like.... 'The have-nots and the lesser beings make a beeline Before the food stores and shelter homes, how sad! '

Hahahaha i just nothing...even i found many hanging sentences there in my comment, some typo and grammatical errors...but you are sweet Dinesh that always look on what i want to say instead of what mistake i have done...thanks..dont call me sir, i feel weird..just call my name as everybody does..soul, Unwritten Soul...hahahahaha..the rest is still unwritten_Soul

So sweet of you dear Soul for your comprehensive comment. Your comments are always welcome and your philosophy and views are highly respected. Be writing sir..Thank you.

Dinesh, i do feel the same when it is about scaring morrow...uncertainty and predicting with what we having now really make me feel worry but i guess as when we know how to bring ourselves to survive in competing life, we will...i always see people nowadays they sell humanity for a gold, but life with materials...if rose you want to tell yes, if beautiful look beautiful it not all beautiful but it also has ugly side, thorn...but if we aware of the game then we may see how the real is and it mature us to handle a beauty without hurt instead..I agree that sometimes what we do here sometimes agree with all words, but i wont do that all time...if i have my opinion i would love to push mine also, so we can discuss what is actually happening, but if sometimes things going wrong and two opinions become like a battlefield if it be continues, i rather not to do just say, better we stick to our opinions...but when someone giving what they think about anything usually i wont take my point to against but i learn what they want to tell..because sometimes we cant see and hard to understand what other minds think...i learned a lot from people in PH here...if it find my interest i will go and comment if i feel hard to grasp i rather not say anything because i dont show my silliness, silliness will kill understanding and grow ego most of time..so i need to bury when i need to.

Dear Tirupathi Chandrupatlaji, Valsa Madam and Sister Geetha, My each poem is a public property for criticism / review once it is posted and so I welcome all your comments whole heartedly.. Chandrupatlaji, you have gone for a balanced comment devoid of extremes and I have no objections even if seniors like you even tend to tell things in a serious analytical vain as well. THANKS for your early comment. Madam Valsa, it is perhaps a tirade against none of my good friends and if you identify yourself to be one who could be potentially referred to, it is a mere coincidence. I am sure as long as I see the bigger thorns hiding beneath the tender rose flowers, I see them for a while and just remind you all of the grave truth. I have not drawn excessive conclusions, I still believe. 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind'? That is true. But I am a bit not convinced of the time span of these two seasons in human life and often see a longer than usual winter in stay and a shorter than usual spring dropping in at times.. That is not just a jaundiced view. The poet of the past was obviously right then and if I were to rewrite that line, it would be, Why thou spring come like a summer breeze when winter has frosted us for long? ... Every one does not see the graver side and that is why my poem is peculiar and special to you all. Thank you Valsaji for being so frank in letting out your thoughts and I hope your optimistic notes will chime for ever in the portals of the PH with a difference. THANK YOU... Geetha, I appreciate your long comment and you have not said anything wrong against except that you have sounded optimistic too as the case may be. Thank you.

Sir, A thought provoking poem once again from your pen. To get its meaning I read it many times. I thought of taking a break from all this, anyway I am taking after this, but seeing your this particular poem I wish to be a part of conversation. A rose often comes with thorns. Can we separate it? We often praise rose, what about its other part thorns. Though a lotus grows in mud, in some temples they are used for worshipping. Where it was grown and where did it reach. A bowl contains both sugar and sand. Will you just treat them as one and throw away Or will you separate sand and sugar and throw only sand and keep only sugar. why can't we search for few positive words in whole of negative thoughts. Not necessary, mask of lies has to be worn while praising only rose. Its true said, one cannot paint a human face in colours, especially time and canvas has laughed ON it once.. I agree with this. Again picking only stones and throwing it out from a heap of rice is better than throwing the whole of rice into bin. Not necessary the way I paint the world in colours, the world must look back to me in same way, it can paint me in black and white..But by doing it I may look different, not bothered by anyones words, till I am right in my heart, till I am following a right path. Yes, one cannot sprinkle joy on corpse...but corpse when alive could have sprinkled some joy on others..Then no one will dare to sprinkle joy on corpse but a sprinkle of tears will sprayed on corpse. Let us look in a different way. The sweet lies or bitter truth one has to accept...For a paralysed person, sweet lies of hope will give him energy, if we can do that, let us do it, in positive way if he start bouncing back to at least normal. In many cases one has to accept bitter truth. The two Beautiful quotes by Nelson Mandela says it all. 'What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.' ' Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again' PH is platform where people are civilised, learned, knowledgeable, but I met a person in FB, Now I feel sword in my hand is better than a pen especially when I am outside PH...... Sir, I don't know whether I am right or wrong. I felt it this way, so I wrote. If you feel my comment not fair or I wrote anything out of topic, please feel free to delete it. Thank you for the thought provoking poem and I really loved reading it.