Boon to be Born

birth is a boon to us...a life has so many things to give, so many colours, so many wonders...and makes our life so beautiful

What if the sun never rose?

...to clean the dusk and doom...

What if the tree never shade?

...and the roses never bloom?

The eyes were never given the light of sight,

The stars were never given the bliss of night.

Would the bird have ever been migrated flying high?

The rainbow would then never adore the huge blue sky.

The sea would have been gasping without its water,

The breeze would have fled away along with the storm,

The rain would have never come to cool down the earth,

The earth would have never been so beautiful in autumn.

What if the bees never seduce the flowers?

What if the butterflies looked like caterpillars?

The mother would have been never there to give birth to her child,

Be it human, or an insect, birds and beasts of wild.

The dead would have never taken rebirth to see life,

The stars and moon go lucky or unlucky, the fate gets swiped.

We water our dreams and hopes, seeking care unworn,

Life is bliss, like a morning kiss, it’s the boon to be born.

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

It somewhat reminds me of a writer who was sightless ,about the list of things she would have loved to see whenever she regained her sight - simple things were a desire for her; those things which we tend to see everyday but never take a time to marvel at their glory, and at our luck..we never realize the beauty of life since we have not seen it in its adversity!

[Otsana]

This poem really makes the reader think about all of those things which we see every day and yet we take for granted. My favourite part of the poem is definitely the two last lines. Another great piece of work!

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is very good. I like the way you lead the reader into questions and thoughts. I like the description and the strong ending.
"We water our dreams and hopes, seeking care unworn,
Life is bliss, like a morning kiss, it’s the boon to be born."
No weakness in this amazing poem.
Coyote

[Lina Grey]

It's incredible to think how delicately woven this world is, and how just one loose thread, one missing link, could tear it all apart. A well penned piece with a deep meaning and an almost sweet sort of rhythm. Thank you.