Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Done to death

It died; Before
It was even born.
Conceived to its death
By the ones that're gone.

Fear was the trigger,
Knowledge the enemy;
Learning was its undoing,
Wisdom the weapon.

Innocence could've saved it,
Sincerity protected it,
Curiosity kindled it and
Love could have nourished it.

It died; Unfed,
Uncared for, By
Memories that turned sour...
By the ones that're gone.

4 comments:

  1. oh! That is sad!
    Written to evoke the same.

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  2. Jeena, very beautifully written poem. Loved it.

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  4. Thank you Indrani, Abhra and Preethi.

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