You were born
To take my place...
To take forward
What I today...
Leave behind...
YOU were born
TO deliver
What I did
But half way...
What more could
A father
Ask from his son...
Sadly daughters
Are never
An object of concern...
Life goes on
And for centuries
It will...
One will
Die
And many
Will take its place.
(This poem was inspired from a link that I had received from a friend via, mail.This was an awareness campaign conducted by Breathing Earth. )
1 comment:
You strung the chords of melancholy with such utter beauty that it kept ringing in my ears for a long time. I loved it.
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