YEARS OR TEARS?


A kid bowed a seed into the land,

in front of his house.

He watered the loose land above it.

When it budded out,

he fenced to protect it.

When it became a plant,

he mixed some fertilizers.

Played around and looked at it till his eyes got heavy and he slept.

He prevented it from

local kids to stamp on it.

When it became mighty tree,

it doesn’t required water or protection.

Kid grew up to man;

busy and mature.

And his childish love got old, wearing dusty cover.

As i see this i do feel the fear,

one day my love will also become old ?

Does the passion today I have will be sold?

For the job and responsibility

which is Gold.

I ask myself, as i fear,

will my heart be alone

for most of the time

I’m not home?

I hate that cover of dust which makes my heart inert,

to touch,

to feelings…

There are still kids bowing seed,

and also there are human staying in love.

There a confusion in my Mind,

both love is natural and pure

but yet there is a little difference between the two.

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6 Responses to YEARS OR TEARS?

  1. soumyav says:

    the thoughts are noble ! The heart is always alone! we need to embrace every soul that comes our way to make it smile for ever.. the only one that ever dwells in our heart can be god,who shall never leave even if the world moves away forever.

  2. Ashish says:

    You Rock!!! Keep writing good poems …

  3. didi says:

    wonderful imagination bro.and most importantly you always keep yr love in yr mind while writing.

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