Think as you grow!

Think as you grow!

A Poem by Sagar Waingankar

It's never late than ever it is,
Please stop worrying darling,
I'm tired, don't think for a tease!

It's useless to keep on worrying about past,
Mark my words these things will never last.

Please stop being foolish, it's quite annoying.
If you continue the same, you will feel like dying.

Serving people never means you're a servant,
Even God serves us, so does he meant to be our servant?

Things will change as we think,
They are as easy as our eyes blink !

They say,
If you feel pain, then you have a heart,
If you have a heart, you are bound to feel pain.
So what if you don't feel pain?
You don't have a heart?
It sounds quite good, but for me it's being stupid.

Remember, you are free to fly,
Similar to a bird, you see top in the sky.

For me craziness is a passion,
To be kind, your nature must reflect compassion.

You are matured enough to think about good and bad,
Don't be insane,
If you are with me, I would feel glad.

Things will change as we think,
They are as easy as our eyes blink!

© 2011 Sagar Waingankar



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Would we surrender joy to feel no pain...or life to never taste death? To everything there is a time and a meaning and the only thing certain is change. An old man dies...a baby is born...a mother cries...a daughter laughs...youth replaces old age until it becomes old age and is replaced...displaced by a new generation...it seems insane; the transience of being...but even this gypsy existence has meaning. It is represented in the tide and the seasons...from the flowers of spring to the freezing ice of winter....in the ebb of the ocean to the rush of the wave...all is meaning, though the unfocused mind may see it as meaningless. We see through a cloudy lens...but clarity comes with focus on the whole...not on our part in it. I like this piece...your writing shows thought and depth.

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another fine piece of writing to be enjoyed by all x

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Beautiful piece of poetic realism.

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For me craziness is a passion,To be kind, your nature must reflect compassion. -
If you continue the same, you will feel like dying. -- I loved these two lines.. A lot of polarities here, it always feels insane when learning to find non attachment between the two. Good luck on your journey.
Namaste

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Nice messages here in this poem. I agree with you totally. It has also great flow what makes reading enjoyable. I liked it. :)

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Great rhyme scheme...You ended the poem nicely...Somewhat it inspired me...Powerful writing... :)))

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inspiring and i love the nding what you say its true !:) love the poem !:)

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I like the wisdom and the logic of this poem. If we could slow down and be kind to each other. Old world could be a better place.
"For me craziness is a passion,
To be kind, your nature must reflect compassion."
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Stong write and words to apply in your life in general.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Many things to ponder in this write, well done.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Would we surrender joy to feel no pain...or life to never taste death? To everything there is a time and a meaning and the only thing certain is change. An old man dies...a baby is born...a mother cries...a daughter laughs...youth replaces old age until it becomes old age and is replaced...displaced by a new generation...it seems insane; the transience of being...but even this gypsy existence has meaning. It is represented in the tide and the seasons...from the flowers of spring to the freezing ice of winter....in the ebb of the ocean to the rush of the wave...all is meaning, though the unfocused mind may see it as meaningless. We see through a cloudy lens...but clarity comes with focus on the whole...not on our part in it. I like this piece...your writing shows thought and depth.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sagar Waingankar
Sagar Waingankar

Mumbai, Maharashtra, India



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Sagar S. Waingankar (1989) Rather a simple human-being. Suspicious about different behaviors around and questions that make me high from childhood, now illustrating them through poems. I write, whe.. more..

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