Of What Use! Poem by Rekha Padinjattakathu
Of What Use!
Of what use, that majestic mansion
Where the dearth of laughter looms.
Of what use, that pricy smart phone
When silence answers thy call.
Of what use, that zipping career
When a child forlorn, pines for thy hug.
Of what use, that pinnacle of success
When circles of guilt adorn thy eyes.
Of what use, that golden pen
When thy words exude not warmth.
Of what use, that pile of gems and jewels
If in those ebbing days,
The wealth of memories won't see you through.
Oh Time! That stealthy fiend,
The subtle thief of youth and health!
Slow it down, savour thy life!
The spring of life lasteth not forever.
Dance in the rain, Bask in the sun
Let those happy spirits reign!
Kiss your loved ones, hold them tight
For that promised morrow, might never be thine!
Of what use, this life
If all you do is just exist!
The anatomy of your lovely poem emphasizes 'love'......the bounty and plenty don't have any meaning if there is scarcity of 'love' in any system........the crux of your poem is so touching...
Thank you very much! I am so glad that you took the time to read and appreciate!
Very philosophical read with a satirical tone Dear Rekha. I loved the style of the read and the theme is very contemporary. We have time for everything except for ourselves and the family. We do everything yet ignoring its essence. Very beautifully penned! Thanks for the share!
Dance in the rain, Bask in the sun Let those happy spirits reign! Kiss your loved ones, hold them tight. this is the essence of love and life......what is the use of having all material wealth? . A great search for love, spirituality, God, only can make us satisfied. We are created to search for love. Let love reign........ a great poem in deed.
Lovely blend of philosophy and spirituality in a well articulated piece of poetry, elegantly penned in good poetic diction with insight. Indeed as one pursues material things, one mustn't lose sight of what money cannot buy. Lovely food for thought. Thanks for sharing Rekha. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hi Rekha, A beautiful poem, but containing a strong message. Let me quote: Of what use, that zipping career When a child forlorn, pines for thy hug. In the rat-race called career building, all of us forget to live our lives, to care for our loved ones. To return their love. To remember our mothers, we need a Mothers' Day. What a pity! Very nice poem. Poignant. Thank you for sharing.100+
Thank you for very much! Glad that you liked the poem :)