There’s no dearth of ideas
But none to implement them.
One has no clue of what he is
Till the pressure’s on to him.
Teach a man no swimming,
Just throw him to the sea.
Watch him learn to survive,
But help him if need be.
Plant a seed into his mind
And watch it grow to a tree.
The fruits will soon be falling
Into your hands, you’ll see.
Sow the set of ideas
To the hearts of those like he.
Reap a harvest of progress
And brilliance, aplenty.
By |2018-12-10T11:17:21+00:00June 12th, 2012|Poem|3 Comments

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  1. Swapna Raghu Sanand June 14, 2012 at 7:04 am - Reply

    I liked the concept and the words you've used with simplicity and clarity to bring to life a poem that makes one contemplate. But what arrested my attention was the first bit which read "There's no dearth of ideas
    But none to implement them."

  2. Jairaj June 14, 2012 at 7:10 am - Reply


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