The waste of life

When I look at the surf-splashed columns of rock,

With an aerated drink in my hands,

I get lost in the breathtaking scenic panorama.

Somewhere, far away, butterflies must be fluttering

In rapturous delight in the pretty

West lands stretching for miles.

I think of the religions and traditions,

Of slavery and debauchery

Eating and hollowing mankind

The way termites do to wood.

Life seems such a waste.

The love we have not given,

The powers we did not utilize,

The children left to perish with diseases,

The women abandoned shamelessly,

The old ill treated and left to suffer alone,

And The soldiers bleeding to death.

We all thought that the purpose of life

Is seeking for our own happiness,

Making life so cruel and senseless,

A real waste!

When shall we rise from this waste?

Is that day far when

Our waste of life will turn

Into opportunities of wisdom?

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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