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My say(philosophical)
by Vimal RonyWhen our call comes we have no say.
We may be kings or pauper but
we have no call.
It's all predestined.
We are all zeroes
that encirlce an infintity called life.
The radius is all drawn
before we can even hold a needle.
Die with your eyes open or it closed,
but we go six or hundred feets under,
depending on how or where we die,
buried in the blow of a whistle or hanging on a thread
Look, we are all eternal only if we don't
let ourselves smudge with the ink
from the pen with which we write
our life's story. 05/21/2004 Author's Note: This is not how i actually wanted to write this.I guess i am poetically rusted for the time being.
Posted on 05/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Vimal Rony
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 05/22/04 at 02:17 PM True but if we live our lives with the knowledge that we have a say every moment of the day - there is such a thing as choice and free will - a predestined end shouldn't seem so tragic. Live life now and end with no regrets. Beautiful work. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/27/04 at 02:05 PM I see no evidence of rust, but there is poetry in your veins and it runs seeking many levels. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/05/04 at 11:35 AM I think that last verse is the most powerful and telling. Good reflection on our end/beginning time, Vimal. |
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