Can any one tell me the truth?
Why all are not painted white with brush?
Why evil thoughts are allowed and not crushed?
Why not everything that represents bad not smashed?
What is wrong with my poems?
Does that venom poison?
Does that lead to collision?
Does that not teach unison?
Some one says I represent old age?
Doesn’t come out from old cage,
No new beginning on fine page?
Is the only reason for rage?
I have an answer for young,
You get tired if walk little long,
Choose the short cut and path sometimes wrong,
This leaves you alone and not find among,
I prefer fresh and new idea,
Ventures unknown but not a new area,
No srtruggle but fight always with plea,
Holding ground firm and never flee,
Why say or comment, old is not good?
Does the seed open and offer the best food,
If nurtured in fertile land and grow?
Will lead the way with fine flow,
I Never represent old with new,
Old may be gold but with only few,
In morning you may find as small dew,
Ready to vanish with no chance to view,
Sky is centuries old,
Who knows what does it hold?
justifies blessings in form of rain,
Relieve the burning of earth and pain,
It comes every year for life to boom,
We rememeber only rain and zoom,
Can any one term it old and put embargo?
Never old, never get old and never try to go,
Both are essential for balancing act,
Old with calm and patience but new with sharp react,
New generation yet to catch up and learn,
Life will be easy to gain and earn
The answer lies in all of us we are all sailing in the same boat and just the hands of time reveal the answers of life.., very thought provoking poem hasmukh...regards..
In this era... you're only as good as your last poem, book, favour you did, good word you said... people are so superficial in their thoughts n' actions... while they are getting their ego fed or the brain rewarded they are happy... who you are n' you're journey to this place is of no interest to another for they are too busy with their own opinion/ideas/life. I liked you poem and the blunt questions it poses and wonder how many have thought deeply on what you ask and who they are being in the eyes of another.
Can any one tell me the truth? Why all are not painted white with brush? Why evil thoughts are allowed and not crushed? ...10
Can any one tell me the truth? Why all are not painted white with brush?
Can any one tell me the truth? Why all are not painted white with brush?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
umay get answer sometime....10