Ravinder Kumar Soni

Modification

‘Father! Tell me. Am I made of clay? '
‘Yes, my dear, you are.'
‘But water runs off my arms and legs
It does not wash the clay,
Of what kind is the clay I am made of? '
The child persisted.
His father caught in the trap of his own making,
Kept quiet;
Now and then, he gazed at the sky.
How could he tell the child?
By clay is meant the elements that make up the world,
By clay, the material cause is referred to.
He said -
‘My dear son, the clay you are made of is so fine
That it is invisible to you and me,
It does not fall off while you bathe.'
The child believed these words,
He did not yet know he was a modification of himself.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2020

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  • Varsha MVarsha M (9/16/2020 11:14:00 PM)

    Yes at times it really becomes difficult to explain the truth to little innocent being. A beautiful. Conception.
    My dear son, the clay you are made of is so fine
    That it is invisible to you and me,
    It does not fall off while you bathe.'
    The child believed these words,
    He did not yet know he was a modification of himself....a better version a better clay.

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  • Deluke MuwanigwaDeluke Muwanigwa (9/16/2020 10:34:00 PM)

    Father are you made of clay
    Yes my son thats why i m gay
    The son looked up from his bay
    Shocked he had nothing to say

    Just got inspired to write this. Yeah kids must ask " Questions" and fathers the best is to use science to explain. Good poem Sir.

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