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Prerna Subramanian Poem
DEADLY SIN- LIE
SALIGIA,
Or the seven deadly Sins,
Covers all the probabilities
Of peccadilloes,
That could be committed by the HUMANITY.
Lust
glows up within a man
It is like a sentiment
that can not be brought under control
It can make a rich man a refugee,
Because this sin deprives him of his mores and morals,
And makes him do all the wrongs,
Just to fulfill his desires.
Pride
We all have two faces,
We cover our real image, cover our wounds
Not admitting the pockmarks in our character,
We always keep our real emotions incarcerated
And show the world a conceited face,
Forgetting our hard days.
We assassinate out fears,
And show as if we are the winners of all the races.
Greed
IT develops like a voracious thirst
It creeps like a climber,
Ingests all our emotions
demolishing us from the inside
The want seems to be endless,
Just like wanting a sunrise during a sunset.
Envy
It is like a bane that shrivels us
IT is like a sweet poison that never makes us start the race,
We keep our focus on some other person,
Diminishing our own soul
When we put every thought under rest,
It is too late,
And we never can achieve the wanted position.
Gluttony
Its intake seems endless,
Makes our mind more materialistic,
When we suffer from it,
Everything seems fantastic,
When we realize that
What it has really done to us,
NO one but we are dejected.
Sloth
The body throws out all the energy,
The anesthetizing decline
Converts into redundancy,
That leads us to reverie,
We never try to uplift our position,
Rather we choose to mix ourselves with the ground,
To become a person never ever to be found.
Anger
It rises slowly in our body,
Bubbling our minds
Most of the time the reason is
Incomprehensible
Emotions gone with the wind,
Control converted into ash and dust,
We lose hope, life has no reason
We are into disloyalty and sheer treason.
But then,
All of this consists of one common
Misdemeanor,
That is – Lie and false hood,
It is more than these 7 sins,
It is above all the wrongdoings,
It leads to one sin, to another,
Leading a man to decay
And sentiments to be smothered.
Copyright © Prerna Subramanian | Year Posted 2010
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I WAS TALKING TO GOD:
I am a downright failure,
I never get to the point at any time.
I am screwed up,
It’s of no use to try now.
The world, for me, is now above.
It’s worthless to try,
Why did I aim too high?
I am now scarred,
With the failures I have gained,
It has made me weak, and it has pained.
All my plans have gone in vain,
My head is down, down into shame.
Its worthless to try,
Why did I aim too high?
I aimed for the moon,
But never even reached the star.
Was thrown from above,
Because I was a pea out there
Nobody loved me, nobody cared.
Its worthless to try,
Why did I aim too high?
Due to this failure,
I have climbed the barrier of lunacy,
I have travelled in the wave of despondency.
I shout from here, to take me away from this world,
Because it is no less than a prison for me.
Its worthless to try,
Why did I aim too high?
I am sick of confusions,
I have gone insane,
I am tired of playing mind games.
The world has done much for me,
And I don’t have anything to give in return.
I just want to give it up,
I am burning up,
Let me go from this world.
Its worthless to try,
Why did I aim too high?
BUT Then GOD Said:
That aiming too high,
Is so not wrong.
You moan and scream,
and show the world that you are so very meek,
You decide to die, every time you fail,
So what can I say!!
Now you have decided to die,
What can I do, give death a try.
I REALISED and SAID TO GOD:
You have sarcasm in your voice.
You give me options – death and life as a choice?
You say that I am meek,
And I prove myself,
MYSELF as a freak?
Oh God! Now I feel I was so wrong!
Why was I moaning for so long!
This sardonic and challenging response of yours,
Makes me feel challenged,
And makes me forget whatever I said before.
I feel energetic again,
And take up this challenge of yours.
I would dare to dream big,
And would not fear to get it fulfilled.
No one is going to stop me,
I have got the optimism installed!
God, give me challenges,
Give me dares,
I want to show you,
I am not the person
Who screams and scares.
Every time I fail,
I would remember your sarcastic voice,
And would feel challenged again.
Copyright © Prerna Subramanian | Year Posted 2010
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Never get accustomed to something,
It would make you weak,
Try to come over something you have always suffered,
Never ever prove yourself a “used –to” freak.
Never get satisfied with what have you done,
Try to make it better,
Never sit down and tell “This is my best”.
But instead be an untiring go-getter.
Never say, “I give up”
Because this gives a chance to others
TO be better than you,
Do the job until you reach the target.
And the obstacles you suffered,
You shall never forget.
Try to know the ways of the world,
Being meek every time would not help,
Be clever, wise and selfless at the same time,
And then the successful sound would chime.
Know that,
Every one in the world is virtuously self-seeking,
But it does not mean that every self seeking person is virtuous,
So be careful in making your friends,
OR in case you would meet the bad ones,
And leave behind the good one.
Be what you want others to be,
Do not expect good behavior from every one,
Because it is a thing which even God cannot anticipate,
Your acquaintances are written in your fate,
Someone is your enemy; some one is your mate.
So act carefully in this world,
This is a very confusing burlesque,
And for achieving success,
Never try to be grotesque.
Copyright © Prerna Subramanian | Year Posted 2010
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