Rajesh Thankappan Poems
|241.||A Fallen Bud||2/27/2015|
|242.||A Nice Wise Guy (A Poem On Peace)||1/23/2015|
|243.||Music, A Sweet Gift||3/1/2015|
|245.||A Musical Entreaty||3/22/2015|
|246.||The Little Lamb (A Poem For Kids)||1/22/2015|
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Are we no more than mere puppets
Remote controlled by the secret strings of fate?
Or are we just a passing eyewitness
Watching a puppetry show being staged?
Life seems dependent on planets and stars
That has already cast our lot,
Destiny seems to set a bar
A hurdle unbridgeable by the best of efforts.
But have we not seen people
Navigate cheerfully unhindered by fate?
Surdas and Milton wrote to create ripples
Though their worldly visions had barricaded gates.
So, if ‘fate' is our master who rules and governs
On efforts invested can't we a...
The truth may often live in dimensions
Of which we may not even be remotely aware
And our senses accustomed to seeing things within a limited range
Maybe deluded and so beware!
Now let me take the example of a fruit
Which as a child I thought was the sweetest offering of a tree
I then missed out on the importance of its leaves
That replenishes the earth with oxygen for free.