Tease Your Grey Matter Poem by Abha Sharma

Tease Your Grey Matter

Rating: 4.9


Why do we always brood or complain?
When life is full of cares to maintain.

Humans are born with a special set
Something extra to compliment the rest
Instincts are significantly refined
Brain with the grey matter defined
The forbidden fruit, doubts invoked
Intellect and wit, all evoked
Explore and travel the locale unknown
Toil and sweat, make less forlorn
Hide and seek the game designed
Discover the hidden, the decree consigned
The chosen spirits, their stab highlighted
To reveal the secret their souls alighted
Land water and sea, no hemisphere left
All epitomized with enthused depth.

Exploring is a never ending game
The future Gen will do the same
Exchanging the baton to and fro
Find contentment, when secret know
The Past guides with treasures revealed
And Future allures with what concealed

So keep going MAN this is your fate
No time to brood and stretching hate.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cyclopseven R 01 July 2008

Acha. how true it is. God bless. Love.

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Harish K. Thakur 12 June 2008

Nice introspective and instructive poem, open verse suits you more, i think so....

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Flora Gillingham 10 June 2008

Inspiring poem, Abha. Well said! Fx

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Original Unknown Girl 10 June 2008

Deep introspective penning. I agree with Mamta, similarities to the tone of poem. Great work. HG; -) xx

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Mamta Agarwal 09 June 2008

so keep going Man this is your fate-this line reminds me of Robert Frost's famous poem. thanks Abha

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Mohini Gurav 23 March 2014

So keep going MAN this is your fate No time to brood and stretching hate. Lovely message...loved your message and the poem...well written. Live life without complaint and too short to brood over issues as all will be in vain...

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Pratim Bishnu 18 July 2013

Not hating is a very important component of life, life is more meaningful and you have explained it well.

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Anil Kumar 11 October 2008

Thanx for such an exquisite.Quite a good poem.depicts the mad rush in the modern urban civilization.In this Mechanic Age, we all rushing towards something unattainable.we all are running without knowing where are we going. regards.

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Indira Renganathan 22 August 2008

Very sensible.......Thank you

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Greenwolfe 1962 15 July 2008

I think this is Sharma philosophy 101. GW62

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