The promised poem: Change

Change

“A fat caterpillar sat on a tree,

eating hoards of leaves

As cosy as he could be.

Then, he went to sleep and up he woke,

To find he was one of the butterfly folk.”

When I heard this poem,

One thing bugged me

There was one part missing and still the poet got off scot-free!

In the metamorphism, there are stages three.

What about that part, what about that time,

Why wasn’t the pupa mentioned, why was it undermined?

A transition, the pupa is a change in making

From the caterpillar to the butterfly, it is taking.

It’s just not the case in the pupa’s life,

Everything in flux is in strife,

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For its very existence it must strive

Below 12 it’s a kid so small

Above 18, its always an adult, standing tall

Where did the thing in between fall

Too fat for this,

Too thin for that

Too big for this

Too small for that!

A protesting for a better fate,

Why are they called “in turmoil” at any rate?

Change always precedes the stable,

Remember the four weak legs before the table?

And as I was told:

It was the pupa in the first place which made the butterfly whole

~milind

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A poem today..I promise.

Merry Christmas to all people. I will submit a poem today, promise.

~milind

A Tryst with Destiny Poem

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A poem by me.. this a poem form of Nehru’s tryst with destiny [link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tryst_with_destiny]

As the clock struck midnight

It was the end of the fight

In this speech he was afraid of making a mistake,

it was about a pact they had made with fate.

Then the prime minister started the speech

A great lesson of freedom it was to teach

 

“The people of India have made a tryst with fate,

And now, the time comes, a little late.

As the world is sleeping, we unleashed a new age

India shall wake up to life at this stage

Responsibility comes with freedom and power

the future beckons, the past is over.

We have endured pain and strife

but India shall rise to a new dawn of life.

Our pledge is to wipe all sufferings and tears

our wish is to banish all inequality and end all fears

our work is to fight for freedom and equality

and end poverty and ignorance battling every calamity.

 

This not a ladder for fame,

it’s a test of faith and confidence, not a blame game

the slumber and the struggle, the traces of the past still creep

but history has begun anew, we have woken from a deep sleep

a star, a star of freedom and liberty, has risen for all to see

illuminating everything, the world, Asia and every small tree

the storm has gone, and isn’t feared,

the remaining clouds have to be cleared.

 

A salute to the father of the nation, the man who made the torch glow,

the torch of freedom, liberty and humility that not even the gale could blow

hundreds of unknown faces given up their life,

they must be also remembered for all their strife

alas, boundaries have also been made,

don’t let the memories of our brothers and sisters fade.

India: the prosperous, democratic and progressive nation,

giving every individual and equal ration

 

we are on the verge of a bold advance, a country destined to be great

we have to make this nation as intended by fate

to India, our motherland, the ancient the eternal and the new,

we pay it in services the homage it is due

JAI HIND” he ended in jubilation, he was on the top of the world,

India was free now, its wings were unfurled

 

the tryst with destiny

the pact with fate

had been fulfilled on this date.

-Milind

Excuse the typos. Thanks.

~milind

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