At times it is so
Nay, it has ever been so..
We want to see them smile
But they start making their guffaws
We ask for a glass of water
But they serve us venom in a large bottle
We ask for a slice of bread
But they show us a pile of flesh and blood
We ask for a sweet flower
But they offer us a wreathe
We ask for fire
But they ready our pyre
At times it is so
Yes, it will ever be so
One day we have to stop asking
Perchance then will dawn a new Sun for us.
thats the bitter fact that sometimes we dont get what we want by asking but will have to sit down, wait and watch with patience if we can own it without any reluctance.
We have to believe in ourselves no matter what happens or what people say about us! So original, true and beautifully written!
The irony of life is beautifully brought out! We are pained when our plea for help is callously turned down. But indirectly such rudeness from the world strengthens us and we learn to stand on our own feet and depend wholly on ourselves!
Things go on whether we ask or not. If we ask the opposite, they do it anyway. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Most of the time, it is so! People have something in mind, they speak something else.
Thank you all for your sweet or authentic comments. Madam Hazel, sorry to miss you for some time as you are planning to take a break for now. I wish you all the best for your poetry course to be done in the meantime.
A true poem on life which is written with exceptional beauty...: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with most of the people, i think, most of the times it is so...the poem itself is very self-explanatory...the last lines are conclusive... a poem about the social tenor esp. at individual or personal levels! ! !