There's no dearth of ideas
But none to implement them.
One has no clue of what he is
Till the pressure's on to him.
Teach a man no swimming,
Just throw him to the sea.
Watch him learn to survive,
But help him if need be.
Plant a seed into his mind
And watch it grow to a tree.
The fruits will soon be falling
Into your hands, you'll see.
Sow the set of ideas
To the hearts of those like he.
Reap a harvest of progress
And brilliance, aplenty.
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I liked the concept and the words you've used with simplicity and clarity to bring to life a poem that makes one contemplate. But what arrested my attention was the first bit which read "There's no dearth of ideas
ReplyDeleteBut none to implement them."