A Day Accompanying a Friend At Lecture
when i see young surgeons
with careless hands dissecting
poems in schools
ruthless for marks,
i smirked and declined from
warning them,one day
they will dissect their lives in poems.
not all of them will write,some will
pen lyrics and think greatly about it,
O that emotion that is universally Sad.
i know,their teachers too
have a habit around poems;
the class depended on them
for limitations and murmur.
with time,i knew they were same.
same in sanity and madness,
after the same teachings,
the blind philosophy,
the best glamourous road
of no end,
to be lost is possibility.
the tempted man will follow the snake
into the weeds,
the realised will sit and mend;
with some faith the broken becomes beauty.
Copyright © Hsu Mr | Year Posted 2013
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