GUESS WHO ?

The poem is about an unknown individual who is searching for his/its identity and worth in this unreal world.

 

 

 

He was born with a cane,

Passed in a narrow lane!

The days were his own,

Didn’t have anything to don!

 

Didn’t have much to say,

 Got nothing to play but the clay!

Had no one to call his own,

As he had born alone!

 

Recollecting his mystic days,

He had missed the little phrase!

God made the country, man made the town,

he tore His gown that made his life brown!                                  

 

There was nothing to eat,

There was nothing to quit!

There was nothing to wear,

There was nothing to tear!

 

Always hovered around a house,

To eat his fill so as to drowse!

It was nothing but a slaughter house,

Sneaking there something to browse!

 

The life was too long to pass,

It was never guilded on a brass!

He was born on a path,

He was grown on the footpath!

 

He wasn’t born with a bang,

He wasn’t grown with a gang!

He was born in a hurry,

He was gone in a scurry!

 

He still whirls around a question,

Tries to seek the answer in a fraction!

What was the purpose of his birth????

When he wasn’t supposed to fill the human dearth!

 

Take time and something to chew,

No one is going to give you the clue!

Don’t ever try to make it a mess,

I just want you to give it a guess!

 

Author's Note

Read this poem about the intangible message implored by someone unknown and send me your views.

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[Mahesh Chand Sharma]

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