Date Of Birth Poem by obed Souza
Date Of Birth
‘... unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.’
(Jesus Christ)
I won´t forget the day
I stumbled on a pearl
On my way to the graveyard.
Since then our roads
Have drifted apart.
You tell me
I died from a gush of water
Sprayed out of the fountain,
Others say I choke to death
From a gust of fresh wind.
As I walked up that road
Your laughter was everything I heard,
Since then our paths have slowly blurred.
You wonder why I ´ve been
Prospecting for gold
Just to load my gilt gun
To shoot me dead.
Yes, you are right!
I started to see the day I became blind.
I started to live the day I died.
An excellent poem it is. The last three lines are wonderful. I love the idea/message of this poem.
Wonderful as always! I totally agree with teh 2 comments below...last stanza is brilliant!
when you are caught in a corner and nowhere else to go that's the time to pick your brain and start thinkin'...Well penned, mate..
beautiful words and the last two lines say it all....when one awakens is when one starts to see...and live....
I started to see the day I became blind. I started to live the day I died. What a paradox and what a reality! Both are intermingled in this beautiful poem...10/10. Regards Naseer
great stunning love of warm feelings.. penned through a poet who knows well how to pen her feelings.. hazem al..
''Yes, you are right! I started to see the day I became blind. I started to live the day I died.'' wonderful realistic poem..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I started to see the day I became blind. I started to live the day I died. Awesome poetry and profound thought. CP