A Different Profession Poem by Amar Agarwala

A Different Profession

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No one yet knows my new calling
Now that my profile has changed,
I reside in a cemetery
A settlement prearranged.

Once upon a time long ago
People sent their post through me,
My job was that of a mailman
Carrying mails was sheer glee.

The times have changed so I believe
As machines now carry mail,
Besides, they do other things too
And am told they never fail.

Glad that I am dead and buried
Happily doing a task,
Which no machine can replicate
For it's quite beyond their ask.

Been assigned to push up daisies
And I push up roses too,
Am sure no machine can do that
Whatever else they may do.

Machines make not a warmer world
They have not the soul to care,
I yet endeavor to do that
Which no invention can dare.
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A Different Profession
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I love to believe that death is not an end to our affairs. For it brings about an incredible change in us, perhaps our thoughts, ideas, motivation and even professions undergo a sea-change. Maybe, they help to make us better than we what we are while we live. Perhaps, they are meant to be, for by the diction of heaven - death is only a temporary pause in our journey into infinity - as we move towards the source of light and God!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Norah Tunney 01 April 2016

I love the thought behind this poem and how well it's put together

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Amar Agarwala 02 April 2016

Thank you Norah, for your inspiring words... Grateful at yours reading my verses.

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Plabita Bhaskar 17 March 2016

I must say Sir, you create a genre of poetry. Can be named as a BEAUTIFUL MIND. Your thoughts are just beyond fancy. A profession within the grave to nourish humus and breathe life, burgeon it tall and beautiful until it melts into the soil. What a beautiful thought it is!! Spellbound! Really nice. Thank u for those beautiful fancied thoughts carved into pitch bold letters. I would read it a hundred times yet never be bored.

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Amar Agarwala 27 March 2016

Thanks Plabita, as always, you are such a devoted and ardent reader. Would love you to be present in my next launch of poetry. Hope you can make it.

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 March 2016

Been assigned to push up daisies And I push up roses too, Am sure no machine can do that Whatever else they may do. Machines make not a warmer world They have not a soul to care, I yet endeavor to do that Which no invention can dare. A sarcastic way to tell the world, this mechanising of the present world is not good for the soul, for love life... wonderufl message dear poet. thank you. tony

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Amar Agarwala 06 March 2016

Thanks Tony, Have already read your poetry and replied. Indebted and grateful to you for reading my verses.

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Gajanan Mishra 06 March 2016

not a soul to care, good one..

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Amar Agarwala 06 March 2016

Thank you Gajanan, for reading and liking my verses. Am indebted and grateful! Warm Wishes.

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