To and Fro
What is day
But for the darkness of night
What is love
But for the evilness of spite
What is bravery
With no wisdom of fears
What is bliss
With no feeling of tears
What is a prince
Without the unsightly pauper
What is gold
Without the ordinary copper
What is joy
If there was no sorrow or pain
What is spring
If there was no winter or rain
What is virtue
But for vice
What is beauty
But for malice
What is tenderness
Not feeling the torment of atrocity
What is stoic ness
Not feeling the hurt of palpability
What is life,
Without strife?
What are travails,
Without trifles?
What is living,
Without learning?
What is learning,
Without observing?
But for the darkness of night
What is love
But for the evilness of spite
What is bravery
With no wisdom of fears
What is bliss
With no feeling of tears
What is a prince
Without the unsightly pauper
What is gold
Without the ordinary copper
What is joy
If there was no sorrow or pain
What is spring
If there was no winter or rain
What is virtue
But for vice
What is beauty
But for malice
What is tenderness
Not feeling the torment of atrocity
What is stoic ness
Not feeling the hurt of palpability
What is life,
Without strife?
What are travails,
Without trifles?
What is living,
Without learning?
What is learning,
Without observing?
posted by Aditi Bhagwat | 1:43 AM
7 Comments:
nice words.. it is the existance of the repugnant tht makes ur good experiences better and success more cherishable..
\kamal
gud effort!!!
hi bhagwat
good one.. at times i thaught u had stopped blogging... but u'v returned with one of the best of ur bloggs..
Pendulum...whats with the questions... most of your poetry always seeks...what are you looking for....
Looking for some basic answers from life.:P However in this poem it is just a style.
well thought provoking... hey adi u seem 20 yrs older than u r... hehehehe Appu
Great stuff ... great poem ... just like the rest of the blog.
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