This was with which I started writing, I was 14 then... full of questions, confusions, dreams.... n so much... time answered some of them.. n some... still left..:)
What I am I don't know
A dying star or the sun that brightly glows
A still pond or the river that always flows
Am I a living dead or just a machine
Or I am a strange object that noone could imagine
There is no enemy of mine but I have no friend
Am I useful for others or just a barren land
Am I a puzzle for others or an understanding object
Do I know what are my wishes and what is my subject
Am I a garland of flowers or a bunch of thorns
Or I am like a rose with a sweet smell as well as thorns
I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky for others
Whether they also consider luck or about this they don't bother
I don't know others take me lightly or seriously
I also don't know whether I am beautiful or ugly
I don't know whether I am an object to be mocked at
Or I am a being that should be responded
I love others but I don't know whether they love me
They favour me or just criticise me
Whether they compare me with a hawk or a cuckoo
Or they just use me as a clue
I don't know whom I love loves me or not
whether I shall have a clear life or life with some spot
When I will grow what will I do
Would I just be married like other girls
Or I shall have the Right to do what I wish to do
Shall I spend all my life working for others
Or to do my work I would have to seek others
Would I have such a long life to become old
Would then I will have a past shining like gold
When I shall die I don't know
I would be burnt, buried
Or my body would be thrown as a garbage
If all this I don't know then what do I know
I am just aware of this fact of my life
That I shall work and work always
Till I am Alive !!
Till... I am Alive !!
What I am I don't know
A dying star or the sun that brightly glows
A still pond or the river that always flows
Am I a living dead or just a machine
Or I am a strange object that noone could imagine
There is no enemy of mine but I have no friend
Am I useful for others or just a barren land
Am I a puzzle for others or an understanding object
Do I know what are my wishes and what is my subject
Am I a garland of flowers or a bunch of thorns
Or I am like a rose with a sweet smell as well as thorns
I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky for others
Whether they also consider luck or about this they don't bother
I don't know others take me lightly or seriously
I also don't know whether I am beautiful or ugly
I don't know whether I am an object to be mocked at
Or I am a being that should be responded
I love others but I don't know whether they love me
They favour me or just criticise me
Whether they compare me with a hawk or a cuckoo
Or they just use me as a clue
I don't know whom I love loves me or not
whether I shall have a clear life or life with some spot
When I will grow what will I do
Would I just be married like other girls
Or I shall have the Right to do what I wish to do
Shall I spend all my life working for others
Or to do my work I would have to seek others
Would I have such a long life to become old
Would then I will have a past shining like gold
When I shall die I don't know
I would be burnt, buried
Or my body would be thrown as a garbage
If all this I don't know then what do I know
I am just aware of this fact of my life
That I shall work and work always
Till I am Alive !!
Till... I am Alive !!
4 comments:
How beautifuly scribbled thoughts!
Matter of fact, this poem of yours is an interesting illustration of panaroma of life at the stage where mind and heart put exclaimation mark ryt after evry question making it more interesting and feel more like a wonder experienced.
At the age of 14 when you composed it you brought the finest thought all together.
I wonder How much amazing you would have been today in writing lyk dat !!
Really a beautiful poem full of thoughts......
itni choti si age me itne bade karname ap hi kar skti hain............
mil jayenge jald hi apko apke saare questions ke answer mil jayenge maam.....
hey shilpi u r rock dear ...muzhe to pata hi nahi tha ...itne sweet hai meri frnz ...Really a beautiful poem...
its great...
nd at the age of 14yrs its greater than the great.
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