From The Deepest Of My Heart. Poem by Ravi Panamanna
From The Deepest Of My Heart.
One more school punishment,
One more oblivious death.
From the meads of pleasant life
A blooming bud was forever blown.
Under the blazing sun
On the open grounds
In torture was a ten year old girl
Her heart was profusely bleeding.
With bricks upon the shoulders
She was to hold the cross.
For more than two hours
The ordeal was to follow.
The passing world silently wept,
It had no answer.
Before an authorized world
Truth is often silent.
And under the unbearable cross,
The bud was finally crushed.
The punishment of the world was victor,
The ruthless hearts had at last a peaceful night!
Are we not hearing the singular cry?
Are we not listening to a whispering heart?
The dales are meant for all,
Let our axe barren not the land.
Teachers ought to be role models,
They are the sculptors of future generations.
If they are far behind in love and affection,
Where is the future nation under construction?
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The poem is based on a recent paper report.
a very wise write...an universal appeal to one and all its time to get rid of forces brutal. The last verse definitely will trigger a process of social re-enigneering
children of the world, have got to be free but! it all starts with you and me. child labor should be a thing of the past maybe it's time to kick some A- -.
very very very good write.. Yes, there should be some screening on personality before selecting teachers to influence our future.
Teachers ought to be role models, They are the sculptors of future generations. If they are far behind in love and affection, Where is the future nation under construction? .............the message to be taken home..........Good Write...........
This was absolutely heartbreaking. Thank you for writing about this. Perhaps such tortures will end for our children and our women in this cruel world. I praise you for words well used. Thank you. Your poem was well constructed as well. The presentation was well done. Congratulations! GW62
Imagery is very clear! Well depicted poem of the torture nobody can tolerate! Hats off to you for this reminder to the world! Instead of growing the flower they are crushing it in the bud itself; it is the most unkindest cut of all!
Very poignant! It is the most unfortunate state of affairs in the temples of learning! Let us pray and hope that good sense will prevail over all the concerned! Thought provoking poem!
Ravi, How my heart breaks to know there is truth in this. Oh how it cries. This needs to be read in many cirlcles and published along with I am sure, more poems that point out other sins and injustices. Read my poem, Despair. It is about Hungry and abused children. We often feel so impotent as human beings without resources to take up action. But a poet can at least write his words and draw attention to issues. My most sincere regards for this fine work. Susan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Ravi, How my heart breaks to know there is truth in this. Oh how it cries. This needs to be read in many cirlcles and published along with I am sure, more poems that point out other sins and injustices. Read my poem, Despair. It is about Hungry and abused children. We often feel so impotent as human beings without resources to take up action. But a poet can at least write his words and draw attention to issues. My most sincere regards for this fine work. Susan