Ignorance Poem by siddharth soni
Ignorance
I don't know why nature married the earth,
and i don't know why it gave humans birth.
I don't know who created God,
and i don't know what he wanted to sought.
I don't know how i can go back in time,
for my past is beautiful as my heart was on cloud nine.
I don't know why emotions were made,
cause they are for a while for then they fade.
I don't know why intelligence was nurtured,
cause it does nothing but to part those who love each other.
I don't know why god inculcated religion,
cause it has torn us apart without any reason.
I don't know why we talk about peace,
cause it's only in words and never in our deeds.
I don't know why love was conceived,
and i dont know what is it's role,
for it is niether in our heart nor in our soul.
I don't know why the world is here and what the life is all about,
for i am the nescient child of the omniscient God.
I do not know the begining,
i may not know the end.
all i know are my thoughts,
and the motion of my hand.
splendid, great work, great theme, it is beyond the consummation.i agree that certain questions have no anwsers.even when they are very simple.ypu put such complicated feelings in most beautiful and perfect way.keep writing and explore and excel in writen art.good luck! ! !
I like the way you express your thoughts by saying you dont know anything by knowing everything. all the best..............................
Siddharth, I enjoyed the paced analysis... ignorance... always outsmarted by the questions... you do this well....
Very creative, Curiosity can bring us a long way, and make us think differently making different judgements. Well done
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I do not know the begining, i may not know the end. all i know are my thoughts, and the motion of my hand. at least you know yourself, that's a great plus i really like this poem nice job