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MORTALITY TO IMMORTALITY
MORTALITY TO IMMORTALITY
Innocent they say, an infant is,
Careless they yell, the boyhood is,
Immature they brand an adolescent is,
Lusty they blame a grown up is!
My heart that cries and cries aloud,
‘Coz, I’ve never been allowed to face;
To face the realities of life on earth,
And live the life of a man.
Thoughts of infant, they never take care of;
Problems of boyhood, are forgotten at once;
Feelings of adolescent, they never understand;
Infatuation of grown-up is allowed to go astray!
Childish, they remark, an old man is!
Worldly, they label the body is;
Holy, they praise the dead man is!
Unearthy they boast the soul that is!
The old is aged to be fooled around,
The mortal remains is moved around;
The deeds of the dead are compared to God!
As the soul that leaves this transient life.
Mortal, they called as I was born;
Infant, they kissed as I was on hand;
Man, they lay, as my breath is lost!
Immortal, they praise as I am laid to rest!
How cunning and clever these people are?
They never allow, others a chance;
A chance to know, the purpose of life,
Before you relish, they bid Goodbye!
Ben...I got this immediately.
Ben...I got this immediately. We have a big problem as parents teaching children that life has to have moments of discomfort to be worth living. I think it stems from not appreciating the discomforts as well as the comforts. we need contrast to have balance. Nice write.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Reply to Nightlight
At one point of time, I felt as if others looked so cunning and crooked that they never gave me a fair chance to understand the purpose of life. That was when I was young. At times they seemed to be treacherous. There were restrictions everywhere and I was never given a fair deal. That was what made me write this poem puting the blame on others. Now that I am old enough and have understood my own problems, I know how to deal with people who maintain a double standard while dealing with young ones.
Thanks a lot for your comment; especially the reminder to appreciate the discomforts as well as the comforts of the younger generation so as to give them the hope for tomorrow and not to put them down at any cost. I happened to write this poem long time back while having a bitter experience. I don't know how people take me as such now. Forget it. Thanks again.
Ben