Does being born
Enslave us
To a life forlorn
In the quest of
Leaving a footprint
On sand
We dance and sing
To the tune
Of puppeteer(s) unknown
To be remembered
After we are gone
We happily accept
The crown of thorn
And make a mockery of
Life
Of others
And our own
©Pranab Sarma, 2018
This poem started as a comment to Will I Make HeadLine News ( Sweet Aroma)
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Amen!
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Beautifully written and highly philosophical. You should only correct a little mistake on the second verse: Enslave us. I like the rhyme with “born” and “forlorn”.
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Thanks for the feedback and editing. Really appreciate. Will correct and update.
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You are kindly welcome.
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