First they seed me, and they give
Me their hand and their support,
Even the Sun extend its rope
Across the heavens in form of hope
And I a seed climb up: To heavens,
As I learn to walk, to run, to fly.
Then they let me rise up in the sky
Let me see the place where
sky and I are one, the horizon,
they let me dream and then
they bend me, with the weight of
my own fruits, that I bear cause of them
I plead for help, when I require
When I know how to, and this time
There is no hand, no support.
(If they loved to see me crawl,
why did they teach me to walk?)
Author notes
first teach a child how to walk, when he doesn't know the fun of walking, of standing on his feet. and once he knows, he enjoys then break his legs and ask him to crawl...as if he was never taught how to walk...
A contest entry
- then who I am?... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 5, 2008, 17 entries
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This is indeed a journey of your wonderful thoughts with so much depth and impact as well...thanks for sharing it and goodluck in my contest..
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Though the wording gave me some trouble at first read, I find this to be a truly wonderful poem. A real cry for, and from, the innocent. And the ending question is one we all can respond to, as parents, as teachers, as friends, as fellow human beings, how do we 'teach' our children and what do we expect from them, in truth?...oh, such a caring take on the prompt, I hope this wins...best of luck. Peace, Rhonda
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