Modification Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
Modification
‘Father! Tell me. Am I made of clay? '
‘Yes, my dear, you are.'
‘But water runs off my arms and legs
It does not wash the clay,
Of what kind is the clay I am made of? '
The child persisted.
His father caught in the trap of his own making,
Kept quiet;
Now and then, he gazed at the sky.
How could he tell the child?
By clay is meant the elements that make up the world,
By clay, the material cause is referred to.
He said -
‘My dear son, the clay you are made of is so fine
That it is invisible to you and me,
It does not fall off while you bathe.'
The child believed these words,
He did not yet know he was a modification of himself.
Yes at times it really becomes difficult to explain the truth to little innocent being. A beautiful. Conception. My dear son, the clay you are made of is so fine That it is invisible to you and me, It does not fall off while you bathe.' The child believed these words, He did not yet know he was a modification of himself....a better version a better clay.
Father are you made of clay Yes my son thats why i m gay The son looked up from his bay Shocked he had nothing to say Just got inspired to write this. Yeah kids must ask " Questions" and fathers the best is to use science to explain. Good poem Sir.
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5/7/2024 3:52:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As this poem Life is puzzling