AN ATTEMPT IN VAIN

a poem...

AN ATTEMPT IN VAIN

 

Keep quite

Do not open your mouth

Before you are taught

How to make voice..

 

Close tight

Do not open your eyes

Before you are taught

How to look at things

 

Suppress your might

Do not raise your hands

Before you are taught

How to wield it

 

As a goat on the butcher’s table

I lay, with my eyes opened

Waiting for a strike from the cleaver

Upon a naked me, untamed me,

Uncivilized me…

 

Thus they killed my self

With a weapon called “learning”

That my tutor and priest fired

From their artilleries of knowledge

 

In the end I am declared as a success

“Intelligent and wise” they said..

But I madly groped in darkness

For the lost me in pain…

The whole life is an attempt in vain

 

 

A good salary …

A luxury apartment..

A life of affluence…

A feeling of security…

Rooted in dire insecurity..!!!

 

Who will soothe me…

This nagging pain

Of being incomplete

Amidst this complete luxury is suicidal

Answer me…my dear teachers…!!!

 

Author's Note

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[the_stoic]

"For the lost me in pain…
The whole life is an attempt in vain"

all i can do is feel empathy ! how true all that you have stated is .. what's the use of all the learning when in the end all we feel is emptiness inside ? we are pushed forward to learn all the nuances of life but are never asked to introspect and realise as to what is most important .. really like the way you take up different themes and build your writes based on them .

just a small glitch - i guess artillery is in itself a plural form of the word .

[Bubo]

Wow! Powerfully written............teachers teach, but they don't teach what we may really need to know in life..........and so many pass through the system as lost as children who become adults, in the adult work, achieve well, have many luxuries and possessions, but are lost. Great read!