It died; Before
It was even born.
Conceived to its death
By the ones that're gone.
Fear was the trigger,
Knowledge the enemy;
Learning was its undoing,
Wisdom the weapon.
Innocence could've saved it,
Sincerity protected it,
Curiosity kindled it and
Love could have nourished it.
It died; Unfed,
Uncared for, By
Memories that turned sour...
By the ones that're gone.
It was even born.
Conceived to its death
By the ones that're gone.
Fear was the trigger,
Knowledge the enemy;
Learning was its undoing,
Wisdom the weapon.
Innocence could've saved it,
Sincerity protected it,
Curiosity kindled it and
Love could have nourished it.
It died; Unfed,
Uncared for, By
Memories that turned sour...
By the ones that're gone.
oh! That is sad!
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Jeena, very beautifully written poem. Loved it.
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Thank you Indrani, Abhra and Preethi.
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