One of the poems I wrote in my school days and recited and was awarded. Recently too, I recited the poem in GIFLIF (Great Indian film and literature festival) Slam Poetry contest, few weeks back. Hope you all like it. Don't forget to comment. After all it's all about 'sharing' (your thoughts)...
The recording of the poem's recitation at GIFLIF -
“This violin belongs to me, you see!” my brother
yelled at me.
The obstinacy in his eyes was indeed unbearable for
me.
I tried to calm him, with all my might; but that’s
easier said than done.
So, I used words, my last weapon, to make his temper
run.
“Sharing; a synonym of caring, is what it means to me.
So, if you have a heart, it’s said, you have an urge
to part.
Sharing is like the river pure, flowing from mighty
mountains,
Feeding its water to the plains, giving life to the
grains.
What if the warmth of the sun, it had never bestowed
on?
The darkest hour would lead to another, not a
marvelous dawn.
Think of the dried landscapes, the barren deserts
formed;
If the mountains had been, ill-conceited and mean –
sounds like the dooms-day indeed.
So lend a helping hand to few and life will be a dream
to you.
Share your troubles, your joys, your griefs and see
your happiness increase.
Meanness spells an eclipse of greed, so share you must
and share you should,
And be the human made by God, above all creation.”
With these words, I saw my brother with tears rolling
down his eyes;
Handing his violin to me he agreed, he was sorry and
aggrieved,
And I hugged him and said, “It was human to make
mistakes”,
To which, he said, “My dear sister, your lesson would
I always share,
As the person who shares, indeed, is the person who
really cares.”
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