Thursday, December 22, 2005
denise shited{[[.......
nothing interests me more than poem writing...
yesterday i just written yet another poem...
its kinda sad tt simetimes i lose my inspiration....
i kinda agree with 'headmaster'
we have indeed lost our human nature...
its destroyed in our own hands
we have lost how human used to think...
children are indeed pure...
pure at heart...
it really wonders me how when you make them angry this instant but
the next moment they just forget it....
its truly amazing...
the older we get,
the more we have to learn the true nature of us....
it must be saddening for god to see his creations end up in ruins...
perhaps he is very sad to put humans in charge of this world...
before i share my next poem,
i would like to share this experience with you
once,as i was waiting at the mrt station for my friends,
i came across an old woman selling tissue papers(u know,,,the 3 for $1 kinda thing)
well...as i was observing this old woman...
poor and skinny...what a pitiful sight!
as i was about to purchase some tissue from her,
a woman,
an adult,or rather,a working adult,well dressed
just ignored her and walked away
judging from how she lifts her chin when she walks pass that old woman,
there was an air of arrogance arroun her
just then,
a teenager came by with his girlfriend,
both around my age....
he purchased the tissues...but he onli had a $2 note...
he demanded his $1 change...
after that,his girlfriend was praising how generous he was...
i was utterly disgusted and shocked!
a little girl with her mummy came by
in her little hands,was a $10 bill
and that was supposed to be meant for her christmas present
she told her mummy to wait for her for awhile when she saw that old woman selling tissue papers
what she did was very interesting
she walked up to that old woman and said
"por por...its lunch time...take this note and get lunch for yourself"
the old woman wanted to return her change but that little girl did not want any change nor tissue papers from that old woman
when mummy asked her why she had given that $10 bill meant for her christmas present,
she simply replied
"mummy...you said making people happy, is when you receive the greatest present of all.
im happy to know that por por will have her food and not be so skinny already"
upon hearing this,
i reflected upon myself...
as little as she was, she knewin fact how to care for others and thought about people less fortunate than her..
shouldnt we elders...
who are supposed to set an example for others be ashamed for ourselves
and leart frm the little ones instead??
here is my poem....
the poor innocent flower
alone and forlorn
a flower within weeds
brought from a magical palace
out of reach
it grew out beautifully
extending its roots
what a young lovely flower that bloomed
with every petals representing its virtues
and every of its leaves in precision
the flower was bloominf right
just then, weed cried
'flower,flower!you're so bright!
uproot your roots so you'll grow up high!'
flower,being young and new,
thought weed had said something so true
so she huffed and she puffed
and uprooted her roots
until her sugar level has gone below zero
poor old flower
in the brink of death
quivered at the thought of her end
the ugly weeds round her
sniggered at her foolishness
but ay ay
i will say
what a pity,she's so pretty
made to die
the hands of jealous ugly weeds
lost without you;
Thursday, December 22, 2005
