Little Embers of Learning

Math classes…
Ciphering of the uneducated milkman;
Technology’s meteorological predictions…
Trooping of weather-wise ants;
The valour of immortalised noble martyrs…
The hypocrisy of people pawning separatists;
True love of near and dear…
The malice of a betrayal;
Faith holding strong many a family boat…
Cold icebergs of mistrust;
Burgeoning buds of aspiration…
The rough pruning hands of The Gardener.

…And we move on
Learning
All that we pine for
And all that we don’t…
Didactic sermons of life
Thrusting upon us an affliction –
An unequivocal objectivism
To devouring the good
And the bad
Perpetrated by human avarice –
A malaise we yearn to live with.
When knowledge tags along
The hypocrisy; a subtle finesse
Making us ‘worldly wise’.
And we crusade forth.
Revelling in our triumphs;
Drunk with the power of knowledge...
For in its potent cloak,
We seldom realise
The apathy lying draped
Waiting to show its taciturn face...
Roughed up by inexorable truths,
The heart has ceased to throb
At the other’s trauma
And the pain in a recess lingers…
The pain from the sting of a bee
That killed herself to hurt you –
Marking the many little embers of learning
In burnt fields of childlike innocence

- posted by Dileepan @ 3:32:00 am

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