It is a kind of confession to the Master of all - Our own Heavenly Lord...
This one's just a short piece of writing in verse all but to convey something
that most of the people in today's world would ignore....
Ya...
They tend to..


The Present we misused...

How well you made this world,
How well you rose its pride;
With every rising Sun how well,
You made it look so purified..

How well you shed light on it,
How well you blessed it all;
What mirth you filled in its nature,
Which never let it fall..

Sweetest was the fruit you made
into the hardest husk;
Serene was the night you gave
that trailed the darkest dusk..

But on this unmistakable creation,
I tremble to ask you why..
Why to such a conjuror
you prefered to petrify?

Why you sent us here 'O Master'..
Though never we did deserve.
We just know to grab things with
greed creeping in our nerves..

I know its too much queer,
but there's something I cant refute;
'We the people are spoiling today,
the place we constitiute.'

With empty hands we came down here,
and so we would return;
But who could make us fathom,
we just know to crush and burn.

Calamities...when natural,
We people often bear;
United we stand then,
As if our souls, we share..

But keeping everything apart,
when this 'Mind' becomes a Devil's cave;
It just provokes us..
..impells us to rave.

Calamities...then Man-made,
Thus, is what it brings;
It rages, it maims,
destroying your offered things..

We fight, defeat, and win,
We feel we are the kings;
And hold our heads later,
as the knell of humanity rings..

On wrecking all that you gave us,
It seems we are amused;
Who would've thought of the fact that,
It was The Present we misused...








Poetry by Ronan Ferdinand
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Written on 2007-06-06 at 17:42

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zeeshan
dear ronan,
wellcome to the bay, its a bit late u are here, but its better late than never. i thought u'll be here even much more earlier, i have already commented on this poem personally , but everytime i read it , it makes me praise it. very well done, u mesmerise with your words, your vocab. is good, better than me. keep up the good job. god bless u.


rgrds:zee
2007-06-14


Zoya Zaidi
Daer Romnan, let me first welcome you to the Bay and then congratulate you on a well concieved poem!
" Sweetest was the fruit you made
into the hardest husk;
Serene was the night you gave
that trailed the darkest dusk.."
This is my favourite stanza.
Which part of India are you from?
(((Hugs for the nice write)))
Love, Zoya
2007-06-07


nature
Dear Ronan
this poem is written in truth and from the heart
and also very thought provoking
it holds a great message
for your readers

Welcome to poetbay you have found your self a fan
2007-06-07