Birds jump to the branches of
trees at sunrise,
But in the morning man
wrestles with whys.
Why do there seem to be
too many cuckoos?
Why chirping so noisy
what are the clues?
In morning the sleep
descends from its core,
and chittering of pigeons
hurts a man more.
There is a lot of tension and
a lot of stress.
Working late at night is a
suffering a mess.
Yes fatigue on mind,
whenever Man feels,
At times, smoking or
drinking appeals.
At roaming late night
the cosmos retort.
A Reckless freedom is
not its support.
Be it testy coca-cola or
a pizza or a cake,
Nature always opposes
without a mistake.
The sweet, the chicken,
the fish, juicy curd,
The cosmos advises
that these are absurd.
While Orderly pattern is
nature's workforce,
But freedom is nature of
a man of course.
As many are options and
choices so gobs.
A Man and this nature are
always at odds.
Ajay Amitabh Suman:
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- Author: ajayamitabh7 ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2022 23:42
- Comment from author about the poem: This existence is regulated by strict orderly pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Loved this! So well done!
Thanks
Very beautiful
Flowed with so ease
Like a brook
Unceasing and fluid
Liked these lines -
While Orderly pattern is
nature's workforce,
But freedom is nature of
a man of course.
As many are options and
choices so gobs.
A Man and this nature are
always at odds.
The poetry was very apt and thought provoking
Thanks for sharing dear poet
Thanks for appreciating my little effort in so many encouraging words.
'But in the morning
man
wrestles, with *why's.'
a really good effort
some insightful commentary
and important questioning
of societies, more subtle
status quo, characteristics..
thanks for sharing
Thanks for appreciating.
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