Sunday, December 14, 2008

The tears welled up...

When the world conspires to pull them down
the lil fingers reach out
they reach out to the hand
the one they know
will pull them up

They hope for the smile
the smile that will lift their spirits up
from the upsets that they faced
the hopeful beginnings
that threaten to cloud their happy tracks

Old order changeth
bringing in the new
unseen as it may seem,
it gets better as it ages
new replaces old, but never to hold
just plain cold.

The hand stretched out
slowly drawn back-
the hand , larger and stronger
holds back,knowing not how

The tears , welled, behind the lids
were the dreams and hopes
of a smaller hand
precious, raw
unexposed to the laws of the land.


(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...


suma said...

awww prats, this was so so beautiful...and so very sad too :(

Lena said...

wow... one of the best poems i read lately.. so beautiful

Prakhar said...

beautifully captured emotion...

I it from some old memory..

**unexposed to the laws of the land.**

starry nights said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog and I do hope you come by again.I love your blog and your template and your poems are just so awesome.

ceedy said...

Innocence exemplified.....loved it...have you read "little prince"? - you will like it for sure

Compassion Unlimitted said...

A good one..slightly heavy here & there, but I felt there was lot of Hope in it


Compassion Unlimitted said...

wish you a happy pongal

mathew said...

simply beautiful..

Aarthi said...

A really good one :)

dharmabum said...

the story of conditioning, so to say...sad, yet true.