The child is grown, the dream is gone..

Sunday, June 01, 2014

How..?


How can you know what's joy, if you've never laughed with a child?
How can you know what's beauty, if you've never been into the wild?
How can you know the smell of mud, if you haven't seen the rain?
And how can you know what's love, if you haven't felt the pain?


How can you applaud the mystery, if it has been revealed?
How can you meddle with the path, if it has been travelled?
How can you understand the poor, if you've never spent a dime?
And how can you know what's hope, if you cannot read the time?


How can you love diamonds, if you haven't seen the light?
How can you love the stars, if you haven't seen the night?
How can you love your freedom, if you've never been imprisoned?
And how can you love your life, if you've never been poisoned?


How can you know what's ache, if you've never said goodbye?
How can you feel the sorrow if you've never wiped tears from your eye?
How can you feel the frost, if you've been covered by a duvet?
And how can you know what's loss, if you've buried no one in May?


How can you know what's pleasure, if you've never kissed a woman?
How can you decide what's right, if you've never faced a gun?
How can you know what's terror, if you've never heard midnight screams?
And how can you say what's real, if you've never died in your dreams..?


4 comments:

  1. How can you know you are good, if you are never told? It was nice, even a poetry handicapped like what you write. :D

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    1. Thank you Roohani! I am glad you liked this. :)

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  2. How can I admire your poetry, when I feel so speechless?
    Well written Sid.. Way to go :)

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  3. Thanks a lot for the read, and the awesome compliment! :)

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