Get Buried Aplenty Not, Die Empty
The delivery man when comes,
And brings in a hot well-foiled stuff,
We thank him, thank more than enough,
But, a thought if at all it comes
We scrub it off as if dandruff:
To her who daily serves you hot,
Expecting not so in return,
Do we ever thank her enough?
More oft than not, the answer’s ‘not,
And not whatso in mind might churn.
It’s like with unspent wealth to die,
Love, smile, wish, friendship might as lie
Un-spelt, or thoughts never acted upon,
A poem not penned, a painting not drawn,
A Beethoven’s symphony half-done,
Einstein’s experiments undone,
Let’s not die buried aplenty,
Let’s die spent-up and all empty.
Seeds are not to be stored un-sown,
But spread widely, everywhere thrown.
Let water flow, get widely used,
Stagnant, will it smell if unused.
_____________________________________
Musings |03.09.2021| Free verse
Poet’s note: Let’s not die with a rich crop of good creative ideas never acted upon, without a wish or love expressed, a friend thanked enough, wealth weaselled for a future and never enjoyed...The land where you might be buried is not going to be enriched with all this stuff. Get buried aplenty not, die empty.
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment