Born To Die Poem by Xelam Kan™

Born To Die

Rating: 5.0


In a white night
After a dark day,
I was jogging around the busy streets.
When got a glance. Of stale
and weary creature:
Bare footed and dressed
in tattered threads.
Dirt shrouded his white stinky skin
That hosted dust and flies' wings,
Had chapped lips and sore eyes.
For an onlooker he was:
A walking dead.
(Was ripped off by mercy of an angry god)

For him life is nothing but
wound uncured.Like a bird
engulfed by storm or a butterfly:
for a child's charm.
So was he: fettered and bound.
A roving vagabonds.
(pity that mocks our handicapped world)
In response to my childish quarries.
He smiled and voiced:
Our life story ends in words two:
'Born to die'
(An irony of the cultured being)
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Tried to verse in rhymes FREE but...
Every critical apprecation is welcomed, dare to bear.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tajudeen Shah 17 October 2013

Dear JohnJi Eid Mubarak to you and family. God Bless. See, all are born to die. I am sure, an intelligent soul, a sharp observer of nature and man like you would sure be able to measure the worth and nature of the Lord of the worlds as well. When we blame, either the creator or the creation, destiny or chance, science or myths, illusion or intuition, inspiration or aspiration we must keep our very SELF serene in all the sense. This would sure add value and fragrance to our personality and elate our wisdom too. imagine this beautiful planet is a complex lab, where we find living and nonliving specimens, thats all. sardines, shark, tuna or eel, frog or worms, butterflies or cockroaches, human or animals, all have their specif term and missions, roles to play, as the bard upon Avon rightly expressed in 'As you Like it. If one, ten or even thousands get crushed under the heavy wheels of bad luck or misfortune, why not look at the most undeserving even gets the laudable merits and securities immense! The balance of Man with Nature under God is beyond any predictions and premonitions. I am very considerate as thou art in matters of delicacies that often hurt hearts like yours. Your concern shines over the simple, straight blades of diction! Many a chain of life issues remain perplexed, and man's caprice or God's plan, not known yet, but problems, solutions and benefits still go on the frequented tracks of life. God Bless. Regards and Love again. Taj shah

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Bright Morn 14 October 2013

a welcoming experiment. poetry is the expression of one's self in presentable language and I think it can b rhymes or free verse, which may suit subject matter or temperament of the poet. overall the poem is very good. I liked the oxymoron in the starting lines. a lovely piece

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Unwritten Soul 13 October 2013

You tried to make rhymes free, some there still lock to be in rhyme music..so how do you feel writing this kinda of work...i guess it just about self expression and free to write..if you feel then u know what i mean :) _Soul

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