Poetry of the day



Nobody had ever told you that

it was an assumption,

and that too a provisional one –

to help  you along for a decade or two :

that things are supposed to make sense.

Growing old,

count yourself lucky if you can

snag some god or such.

Otherwise you will go slowly stupid

while pretending otherwise;

grown up far off children

will help only a bit.


If nothing works, fight

till your last breath.

About taposh

Novelist, cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, blogger, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around. Still curious, somehow.
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4 Responses to Poetry of the day

  1. Pooja says:

    why fight………just surrender…..!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Why fight……….just surrender!

  3. ctaposh says:

    Still fighting Voltaire …

  4. Anonymous says:

    This poem struck a chord and I appreciated the simplicity and directness.
    Not the solution of Voltaire is it?

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