A caring friend of mine asked
Why have I put down the pen
And picked up the lyre to play
I can do so much good with pen.
I smiled and pondered about
Reasons which has brought change
How I realized that I cant write
Fairytales when I am using pen.
A light of truth starts to glow
And lightens up my very vision
That’s not fit for this time
Nor very appetizing for most.
A civilisation which whitewashes
Its black body and screams I am pearl
And dares any one to prove him wrong
And proving wrong results in destruction.
So after playing with the pen for a while
I thought that its not a magic wand
Which will wake up a sleeping country
So I laid it down and picked up the lyre.
Why have I put down the pen
And picked up the lyre to play
I can do so much good with pen.
I smiled and pondered about
Reasons which has brought change
How I realized that I cant write
Fairytales when I am using pen.
A light of truth starts to glow
And lightens up my very vision
That’s not fit for this time
Nor very appetizing for most.
A civilisation which whitewashes
Its black body and screams I am pearl
And dares any one to prove him wrong
And proving wrong results in destruction.
So after playing with the pen for a while
I thought that its not a magic wand
Which will wake up a sleeping country
So I laid it down and picked up the lyre.
The sound that will come out from the ink spilled on the blank paper will outperform and stand out the sound that comes from the strings of a lyre. The need of the hour is your pen my friend.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the wisdom of ying and yang... in the context of poetry, that is, ;-). Girl, this poem of yours reminded me of my very own musings sometimes... songwriting is something that am trying to explore, so yeah- I can relate to this beautiful poem of yours, ;-) keep writing! :-)
ReplyDeleteDearest zakeer,
ReplyDeletelets see what time decides. :)
bestest wishes,
thanks lj,
ReplyDeletei relish your poems, you will find your namesake here in my follower's list.
with bestest wishes
go where your soul sings..with the pen or other
ReplyDeletedear robert,
ReplyDeleteour soul is our truest guide.
one should always follow soul.
i saw your post but the site is not opening,
it must be the courtsey of aila, the cyclone.. the internet service must have been hampered.
will read later, :) after waking up, its 2 AM in india now, and i will be heading for bed.
will read your poem if God permits within ten hours..
take care