There was a time
When I could be awake at night and dream,
Wondrous thoughts of love and peace
Reality so far did seem
There was an age
When I could learn from all that I could see,
Experience was my teacher
Teaching all that I should be.
There was a period
When my thoughts were all my own,
In visions of my destiny
I stood alone.
Then came the years
When dreams and thoughts were taught to me,
Love and peace forsaken
’Reality’ was learned and ‘I’ was ‘We’.
These are the days
When I am a slave to convention, no longer free,
My identity lost, man my teacher
And ‘they’ decide what I can be.
Now is the age
When visions are material, destiny askew,
No spirit left alone
Tradition old replaces imagination new.
Now all my life
Their thoughts can come, but mine must leave,
I do not feel and learn, but mug and spout
I do not think and dream,
I just churn out.
| Top 5 Poems | |
| Alok | Where the mind is without fear, If, Miles to go before I sleep, All Mirza Galib’s poems |
| Animesh | The Highwayman, Mirror, If you forget me, Cinderella, The addict, Mushrooms |
| Anshul | The addict, A poison Tree, Dream Deferred, Stopping by woods on a snowy evening, Lady Lazarus |
| Gurpreet | The unknown Citizen, Ode on a Grecian Urn, Daffodils, Symphony in Yellow, Opening monologue of Richard III |
| Siddhartha | Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Howl, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Charge of the Light Brigade |
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