Things which are observed by our naked eyes,
Mostly look onto surprise.
Our senses are so powerful,
Controls our mind to trust them.
Everybody hates the perfect solution,
Needs an amount of dilution.
But often the situation hurts,
When it includes some kind of pain.
The actual picturization of genuinity,
Mostly seems to be false for my senses,
Suspicious are all those actions,
Troublesome are the happenings.
A feeling of being astonished flows across,
As the moments filled with foolishness,
Tempt beings of similar species stand against each other.
Where is the trust lost? Why is the unity defeated?
Attempts to united us were plenty,
Worked quite well with diversity,
Till the one who attempted it lasted.
Now it has different colour with selfish causes.
Love is just a gesture to be expressed,
For a moment, for many of us,
Losing it's actual essence and purity,
It's not easy to watch sad faces with eyes full of tears.
Well it hurts a lot,
As I observe and feel it around me,
May be I expect much from us,
Or we deliver much below than what is required.
Even today we fight against the evils,
To eradicate it from our society,
Yet it rises up again,
As we have digged it much inside.
To keep the bad at bay. It is a lifetime fight. Good people must never give in or up in the fight for love and fairness. Bad folks won't give up either. Good logic in your words. Kindness and love is the cure for our world. Not violence and guns. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
Talks about today's times I guess...'Love is just a gesture to be expressed,'... how true, but sad.... your expressions have a strong voice to it which I like.. nice read .. :)
This is a good poem,an appeal for honesty.I think the first two lines of the last verse are really brillant.You seem to drop the rhyme scheme after the first two verses,so it might be a good idea to tidy up the structure,but all in all I enjoyed the lyrical beauty of the last verses.Good work.
The reference to contradictory behavior is not unusual. It takes a hella lot to be precise and meaningful. Love taught us a certain measure in the way that we practised virtue, but the times are too impatient for the melodious tunes of love. So we look for an alternative. Nice write!
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..