Be…!
Be, like
water
But that of
a river, not pond
For it flows
forever, moving on
Lively and
regrets never
Be, like a tree
But of wild,
not of fancy flower-pots
For it grows
and bows
Offers shadow
to all that goes
By, sticks
to roots yet touches
Sky, asks
for nothing but
A gentle hug
and lets one fly
Be, like sea
But of
deepness and silence, not to rage
For it
accepts them all and yet stays calm
Cursed it
may be, as left longing of own thirst
But life to
many and carrier of pearls, just
A courage to
dive deep, asks for no more
Glimpse of
distant horizon, let’s you sail adrift
Be, like a soul
But that of
a child, not of grown men-women
For it being
a pure as dew drop upon the grass
Away from
greed, and nothing to hide
And corrupt being
those of later
Smiles for
no reason, loves whatever be the season
Paints a
rainbow in the sky, amidst dark clouds raging
By: Praveen
Parasar
Date:
24/02/2014
Praveen--wow. The comparisons made to the different states these wild things can find themselves in--i.e. flower pots versus wild grown, raging seas versus calm--young souls versus old--super great comparisons since they are all TRUE--and then the within the poem, are an extra bonus, since the flow and sentiment more than carries the day. A triumph.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Karen... :)
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