sonia roy

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Futility - Poem by sonia roy

A small lump is gradually formed
Inside the secured muscular walls.
The slow formations of the limbs, heart and lungs
With which one's feelings gradually excites.
Then comes the precious moment
The newborn becomes a member her.

Life starts on with its turbid flow
The baby learns to float itself upon it
The innocent one is totally unaware
Of the forth coming assets and liabilities.
It is taught to grow up as a civilised
And a morale person.

Discrepancies are created in its life
As it matures and grows.
Its ambience makes all the difference
It might pollute a 'lamb'
Either it might create a 'tiger'
So there should always be a permeater.

Others must try to understand
The mentality of these up-growing ones.
But no one takes the pains
Which ruins and cripples the stand
And faith-level of these 'lambs'.
Is this really required? ? ?


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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (4/26/2007 11:05:00 AM)

    Someone said that if you want to see the God's face, just see a child's face. A child has no anger, lust or passion. As it grows old, then from God, it becomes a man or woman with all desires, anger, passion, likes and dislikes. A good poem I came across here. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010


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