Poetry of the day

      

  Fight

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.

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About taposh

Novelist, cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, blogger, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around.
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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?
    Terry

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