The Pink Slip Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
The Pink Slip
Years grow on
The palm trees
Like crescent moon
Under their weight, I swoon.
Until the summer rains
That lash at my window
Wash away my sins
Unabashed, I sin again.
Life has nothing to offer,
The wages of sin is death
Why should I yearn
For eternal life?
A beautiful poem full of metaphor and images.Brilliantly crafted.
How we paint our life is a matter of choice. We can make it bright or dark. Everything we do in life it will come back to us.
Very true, Rose Marie. There is no escape from one's Karma…
Life is what how you treat it. A thought provoking poem. Full****
We should all lead an honourable life, but we all make mistakes, cést la vie.
Whether we accept or not, and whether God has cursed us that the wages of sin are death, our conscience ensures that we are haunted for life if our acts have caused pain to others or if we have failed to act when warranted. cést la vie.
As is our right to live an Honourable Life, I believe, so is our right to live our life without the fear of sinning and ‘consequent damnation'. Thank You David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I had posted rejoinders to the notes of Rose Marie. But they have disappeared. Who has purloined them?