come on friends
lets undo this mess
no..no..no
iam not calling you to restructure
i dont believe in any structure
let's just undo this mess
this fabric has worn out
the stretch has torn it
it will not HOLD anymore
weaving another fabric
fabricating another structure
would or may HOLD for sometime
that too would grow old in time
come on friends
lets clean up this mess
let us be our own..on our own
let the fabric be woven within
let the structure be from within
may be then..it will HOLD on forever
till that connectivity blooms
let us bloom and flourish on our own
[we tend to get into folds which we think will keep us in hold
folds are many..nation.religion.caste are afew..so man is multifolded
any crisis to any of these..he has to react..allthese geographical.
cultural, lingual holds would either fail or try to over rule one another..
whatever that has to hold us together should be from within]
Well penned and I see samanyan we are of the same tram tracks when it comes to thinking of ' What a wonderful world it would be if' ' Thankyou for the read regards uavagood1
'rather than generating structures or maintaining folds it seems the merit is in developing the internal consistency'
this is a very soul full piece. I like your thouhgts.
This is another charming and fairly short poem, samanyan, which is very effective at getting it's point across. I liked your chatty style in this interesting write, which helped make it reader friendly right off the bat. Carl.
Great thought. the narration is so well written. deserves 10+++++++++
The foot note of yours does bring out your longing for a true brotherhood. You tell us also to 'Hold' - Stop! Stop what we are doing falling in a rut and asking us to join and make a new weave! A Calling which should be heeded by all! As always your thoughts are so beautiful reminding us of inner salvation above all. Let me Hold my Soul! Angel
A beautiful poem with spiritual essence also. It is in favor of mankind.
ya at cross roads we can do so many things is proper perspectives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is not simple, but it begins within and if we don't try it's a crying sin. the LORD gave us the power now we have to use the hour. A GREAT WRITE A TEN