We are born with a trance
Of eternal glory’s glance.
As a child we play with toys,
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We are born an empty canvas to be painted with life's colours, good topic, 10 Lynda xx
Very imposing work...'with a trance Of eternal glory’s glance'... really
in life, the poet says, we infact toy with this world- from womb to tomb- to make or mar this play game is left to us only...10/10
Your poem reflects the anxiety of this modern world…. All the happenings of the present are disturbing, the bomb blast, and the accusation on a father…, the reservation brawl …the images of the new toys which we invent on our daily basis, are so high tech that we lose control over them and are confounded by our own creations…. I liked the parallel drawn in your line When we grow up the toys replace, Bride and groom are face to face. And the last lines sum up the thoughts… Thus we shuttle between The womb and the tomb, Abha
Really really lovely to read.