Notice of absence from Qurrat Al Ain
I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
The apple sapling was planted,
From the very beginning,
Looked after and cared for,
By the farmers.
The farmers worked for them,
Day and night,
Like they were their own child.
When they should have reaped the fruits,
For every drop of their precious blood, sweat and tears,
The sweet, luscious, red red apple,
Were plucked away,
By the industrialists.
The bad apples were,
Left to the poor farmers,
As a token of utmost gratitude,
So the others would not say,
They were cruel or unfair.
The farmers whatsoever,
Kept working and working,
On and for their fields,
Till they died,
And turned their fields healthier,
Worried to be of some use,
Even then.
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Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was thinking about the accumulation of wealth in the hands of some very undeserving people. How wealth is used for extravagant purposes and for the comfort of luxury. The necessities that need to be fulfilled with the same wealth, is not being looked into.
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The farmers know the true value of their labor, the industrialists have no concept of what it takes to bring forth the fruit, to them it is simply a commodity to be sold and profited by. You capture in verse the diametrically opposed motives of those who labor and those who profit by it. Kudos my friend, well done!
Thank you!
As far as I am concerned, you appear to have more than adequately achieved your objective .. Neville
Thank you
A wonderful parable sad but true and in fact too true. Here the pairing of humility with arrogance, might and weakness, greed and acceptance, as well as a dishonest need to appear what one is not with honesty of being what one is are all magnificently blended in this soup for any coinsure
Encouraged by your kind words. Thank you.
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