from cradle, where we lay and laugh
into an open grave
been lull for a deep sleep
the earth contributed
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Really very nice, G.O. Thanks for sharing this. I want to read more of your work now...off I go! ; 0)
cradle -grave-clay stone strawling flowers beautiful composition +10 Osho regards anjali
This moving poem calls to mind a story from Amartya Sen's book, Development As Freedom, of Kader Mia, a Muslim, a daily labourer, who had gone out (of his cradle of joy) to find some work for a tiny reward, and had been knifed on the street by some communal thugs in a largely Hindu area. As he lay dying, Kader went on telling everyone that his wife had told him not to into a hostile area in such troubled times. (This was in the days of communal riots which preceded the partitioning of India and Pakistan.) But Kader Mia had to go out in search of work and a bit of earning becuase his family had nothing to eat. Oh, this story shook my being! Your poem, Godspower, is moving, very moving. You write with the blood of the paradoxes of life.
wow thatz really deep very bueatiful paints a nice picture i my head keep it up best wishes charlotte davis
a very lovely piece siimple yet so deep. best regards, joan d.h.
a very nice composition i must compliment you for your beautiful words and thoughts.
Thank yo so much for the poem! It's a beautiful poem. I like your play of words. This poem has a almost lonely feel to it, yet not. I love it!
There are hints of lovely rhyming scheme in this absolutely simple poem that lulls and caresses the soul and breaks into melody in the mind. Thanks, arya
It's a beautiful play on words, taking us through life's brevity. Excellent!
Nice poem. Thanks for sharing