What a marvelous living organism
My Body is!
Walking, talking, breathing,
Like a tree housing many lives in unison.
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A pure hard hitting poem, we are of this earth in all its beauty and all of its worms. I personally like the temple of God metaphor better because I've been told maggots don't pray.
p.s. Maybe see my: A Mouse In My Stomach.....[long; Human Body; Animals] submitted 2012 bri :)
Savita, you wrote that/this? i'll look for it on your list. i like it. BUT, " mute" ? ? ? Haven't you ever talked to a worm or germ? ? ? to MyPoemList bri :) p.s. favorite lines: " We talk about human encroachment- Just look at these menacing predators! " Got any encroaching roaches?
Thank you so much Mahtab Bangalee for reading and puting your valuable comment.
physiological writing; beautiful inquisitive sense on the self anatomy sometimes which brings the introspections// love it
Marvelous living organism is well understood but mystery motivates misery. This poem is very brilliant poem well penned and this deserves full 10.
Thank you so much Kumarmani ji for your comment. You have looked at the side of poem where my thoughts couldn't reach. In some ways we all are soulmates.
The body is living because the soul is living within. Due to existence of conscious energy there is flow of vibration within it and this body is seeming as living body. Like a tree this body gives shelter to many small creatures like worms, germs and Bactria. They all grow eating from this body. This is very wonderful really. Invisible killer encroachers from birth to death. This is difficult to understand as illusion plays around body. This poem has deep philosophy.
Just excellent Once I composed a poem WE ARE BACTERIA Now coming from you t is authenticated WE ALL ARE BORN t encroach greed and avaricious are human but one good thing we all leave everything behind for others to exercise their minds Bacteria wee great poem urs ma'am
Thank you so much Poet Poet for reading and commenting. Will look for your poem We Are Bacteria.
A true account of parasites which are our companions in birth and death alike, poetically expressed