Ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morningA Poem by AugustusPlease read the Author's Note before reading the poem... :) And yes, THIS IS NOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY!!!!
You were a hidden entity
Under my own ignorant arm An object worthy of pity Devoid of beauty and of charm For green and gooey gobs of goop In shame their shapeless heads must droop And though you cause no hurt or harm It is your lot to stoop Personifying all that is gross The epitome of repugnance No arms outstretched to hold you close A mere tainted remembrance Such grief if beauty slams her door And left to cry for ever more Why crave though for her indulgence And destiny deplore? Perfection is a conjured brand Of man's insatiable greed By loathing for what is at hand Craving for what he does not need All things are one in God's abode Or He would not have made a toad Or spared thoughts for a millipede To detritus erode O spare no thought for human scales! Your life was never theirs to give Dispel your muted screams and wails And learn with pride to breathe and live For who knows if an angel snores Or under wings he contracts sores? His hallowed heart grows not pensive But peace and calm it stores © 2010 AugustusAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 26, 2010 Last Updated on June 26, 2010 AuthorAugustusCambridge, MAAboutMy name is Shreyas Gokhale. I have a PhD in Physics from the Indian Institute of Science and am currently a Post-doctoral Research Fellow at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. However, I guess.. more..Writing
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