Navarun Mallick

Rookie - 267 Points (26 November 2001 / Ramgarh(Jharkhand))

The Prodigy - Poem by Navarun Mallick

I can't fathom for a moment,
The mind of The Prodigy so complex,
It is not just filled with information,
Or books, poems and concentration.

Alas, no! ; these things are forever gone,
The Prodigy's heart is filled with sorrow,
The mind once worshipped by everyone and all,
To be turned on gallows tomorrow.

A mind so brilliant, a heart so touching,
Yet they lie unheeded for,
Those feats that inspired noble ideals,
Are now spit and scorned upon.

The world now accepts only 'swag',
Appreciating knowledge are days of yore,
The men who once achieved miles,
Are now just junk of old.

Knowledge is now not cared for,
A person with true knowledge is picked upon,
With all great minds drowning in bullying,
Knowledge might as well as be really gone.

Topic(s) of this poem: hero, knowledge, sad

Form: Elegy

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem which can aptly describe my own predicament at a tender age of fourteen years. For those interested, 'The Prodigy' plans to commit suicide tomorrow. It is an elegy as it mourns the demise of appreciation of knowledge.

Comments about The Prodigy by Navarun Mallick

  • Kelly Kurt (8/27/2015 3:52:00 PM)

    Nicely written, Navarun. Knowledge has indeed taken a back seat to glitter (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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