Seeds Of Deeds Poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Mondal

Seeds Of Deeds



Jesus' I am so done,
with loneliness at worst,
sometimes people say,
I don't deserve to be gay.

I miss those days,
in the chorus of chide,
Even plectrum of woe
ringing mourning string's toe

I have all in my pocket,
nothing left to decay.
Though sometimes people say,
I don't deserve to be gay.

Once childish deeds joyed,
now maturity calls it foolish,
I find them my bugs,
my well wishes my hugs.

No religion put impact,
my mind could mostly giggle,
some tempting thoughts that's it,
Else everything was illegal.

First try then to cry
that's what maturity play,
Sometimes people say,
I don't deserve to be gay.

Sunday, August 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: assumption
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Once we were kids, we used to do what we intended but after growing up into a matured guy, we find those deeds foolish. Every task we perform has a motive and the primary cum most prominent motive is that we want to perform the task. Then comes consequence. Sometimes being matured enough, we face a dilemma. At that very moment, we think of consequence, but man you know what you waana do. So just go for it, doesn't matter what circumstances it may hold. Because in the end, you will have an assurance that whatever happened, I had my own consent to my will and I was determinant enough, that I will.
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