We are poor creatures
slimy organs imprisoned in flesh.
The sun burns us, water drowns us
our lives are rough and short,
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stanza 1: What do YOU consider 'short'? I'd say that the length of MINE right now is just about right! And I'd just as soon not have it become longer. Speaking of long hair, how much glue does it take to keep that rug on your head? bri ;)
I had posted some notes here. Where have they vanished, PoemHunter?
I haven't seen any comments all month - I get notifications that they're here - but they aren't.
Two weight-bearing pendulums improvise a way forward. Muscles flex while bones maintain rigidity, and so we stand erect...
Two kinds of indomitability: 1) singing and dancing; 2) reducing things to dust (by will to know, or by hard-headed logic or maybe a death wish) .
I don't have a 'death wish.' I want to be a DR - so, it's a healing wish. But everyBODY dies, alas.
6) Man has won and shall continue to win his/her fight against diseases and pandemics. But, in his overzealousness or overconfidence, he tends to vitiate the equilibrium of nature. Naturally, he will perish…
5) the Pandora's box may open again and let out New germs, viruses or bacteria hitherto unknown. But can it fail us? No! We win..
4) the second stanza is all about our weak body. Third stanza speaks about "imperfect" humanity, in both body and soul. But an indomitable spirit, the soul, takes it forward. Science (as we know today) may fail us.
3) The Gita verses "Nainam chhindandi shastrani…." about the invincibility of soul and "Vaasamsi Jeernani Yadha Vihaaya.." about the perishable body.. It is only the body that perishes and turn as dust…..
2) In the last two lines of the first stanza, she turns philosophical. But, obviously she has not heard of Bhagawat Gita. Gita speaks of body and soul as separate entities. Body perishes, but soul does not
I'd certainly like to think that's true - I HOPE it's true - the world would be different if everyone believed.
As a student of Medicine, Ms Vionet tends to discuss human anatomy. Fortunately, she stops after just two or three lines of the first stanza…
Well, each poem must have a point, like an essay, this one was hope, I hope
We are made of dust and will become dust but our actions during our lifetime will shape the person we are remembered as.5*
This 'poet', me, does NOT 'stammer', & I'd never be called QUIET. Ask anyone. : )