Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Harvest



There's no dearth of ideas
But none to implement them.

One has no clue of what he is
Till the pressure's on to him.

Teach a man no swimming,
Just throw him to the sea.

Watch him learn to survive,
But help him if need be.

Plant a seed into his mind
And watch it grow to a tree.

The fruits will soon be falling
Into your hands, you'll see.

Sow the set of ideas
To the hearts of those like he.

Reap a harvest of progress
And brilliance, aplenty.

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3 comments:

  1. nice!!

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  2. I liked the concept and the words you've used with simplicity and clarity to bring to life a poem that makes one contemplate. But what arrested my attention was the first bit which read "There's no dearth of ideas
    But none to implement them."

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