Mentor To Many, But

Trains used to be Chain Smokers.
But we helped them Quit
By Electrifying them.

Dustbins used to be Illiterates.
We taught them to Differentiate
Organic from Plastic.

Communications used to be Lazy.
We motivated them to Run
And to be Quick and Active.

Cultures used to be very Lonely.
We trained them to Mingle
And suspend their Superstitions.

Gold used to be Dusty and Buried.
We pulled it out of Poverty
And helped it Rise and Shine.

We being a Mentor to many,
Still fail to Guide ourselves
Into a Self Disciplined Path.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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R. V. Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 5:37 AM
A nice poem indeed, Harshath. The parallel stanzas leading to the contrasting irony in the final one--sharp pen. Regards, Ram
Vidheya Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 10:43 PM
Thank You Very Much. :)
Shaw Avatar
July 30, 2017 at 1:06 PM
A brilliant write "Harshath" - Indiana x x x
Vidheya Avatar
July 31, 2017 at 12:15 AM
Thank You. :)
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