My Littleness Poem by Valsa George

My Littleness

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I am a musical note in a guitar
Waiting for the touch of dexterous hands

I am a chrysalis under a paling leaf
Waiting to be turned into a butterfly

I am raw ore in the far depths of the mine
Waiting to be extracted and purified

I am a smoldering piece of coal in the hearth
Waiting to be blown into a flame

I am a rough stone under the Earth’s crust
Waiting to be hewed into a diamond

I am an antique piece long buried in the soil
Waiting excavation to become a treasured exhibit

I am a piece of canvas fixed on the easel
Waiting for the touch of an artist

How I long to transcend my rawness
Into something better and refined

But can I do anything wholly myself
Never, everything depends on others will too

I discern I am only a flickering shadow
That has existence only if there is light!

Saturday, September 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: man
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is in response to a poem- To Valsa George and Akhtar Jawad written by lok koke yee that I happened to read today! I feel that no one is made great by himself/herself. We gain height by standing on others' shoulders or when others help us in one way or other, directly or indirectly. I gather more ideas when I read the poems of fellow poets!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bharati Nayak 26 September 2015

I discern I am only a flickering shadow That has existence only if there is light- -What humble feelings! I really adore your poems and your persona.

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Daniel Brick 26 September 2015

The seven examples of your theme - small things longing for the transformation of themselves into higher forms of self - are all wonderful and succinctly expressed. I was totally convinced this is the nature of things: first, to become aware of their incompleteness; second, to identify what they must become; third, participate in the transformation. What a complete expression of this theme your poem achieves, and yet it is shot through with humility, not vanity as things stretch themselves to achieve their potential. Just a wonderful Poem!

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M Asim Nehal 26 September 2015

What a poem followed by equally great note, It reminds me of a tree with full of fruits trying to bow down so that everyone can taste the fruits and appreciate. Littleness is a sign of greatness like twinkling little stars, up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.....I liked your poem, note and humbleness.

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Valsa George 27 September 2015

Thank you Asim for your lovely comment! This makes me all the more humble......!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 October 2015

But can I do anything wholly myself Never, everything depends on others will too....true dictum. Yes, we can't do anything wholly ourselves, everything depends on others will. I found your poet's Note below the poem which gave important hints about poem. The favourite lines are.....I discern I am only a flickering shadow That has existence only if there is light! Thanks for sharing....10

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Savita Tyagi 03 October 2015

I couldn't agree more with the essence of your poem. To rise and still be humble is a quality so rare. You are endowed with so many gifts. All shine through your poetry. Love the last two lines. Thanks for sharing. Many thanks for your recent comment.

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Roop Rekha Bhaskar 30 September 2015

Life is a change, a transformation of one kind or another. From birth to death there are actions and reactions and you have so humbly placed them in a sequence of reality, line after line. Every line has presented me the consequence of discovering the growth of something insignificant, materializing into something magnificent. I could sense the unpretentious and simple human being behind this lovely lines. It touches a chord within you. thank you valsa

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Valsa George 14 October 2015

Love your splendid comment Roopa! Thanks a lot!

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Kavya . 28 September 2015

wow marvellous - loved the concluding lines - so true

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 September 2015

Waiting for the touch of love and life! With positive moral values. Nice work.

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