Done to death

//Done to death

Done to death

It died; Before
It was even born.
Conceived to its death
By the ones that’re gone.

Fear was the trigger,
Knowledge the enemy;
Learning was its undoing,
Wisdom the weapon.

Innocence could’ve saved it,
Sincerity protected it,
Curiosity kindled it and
Love could have nourished it.

It died; Unfed,
Uncared for, By
Memories that turned sour…
By the ones that’re gone.

By |2018-12-10T11:14:44+00:00November 19th, 2013|Poem|4 Comments

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  1. Indrani November 20, 2013 at 12:26 pm - Reply

    oh! That is sad!
    Written to evoke the same.

  2. Abhra November 20, 2013 at 1:40 pm - Reply

    Jeena, very beautifully written poem. Loved it.

  3. Preethi Venugopal November 20, 2013 at 1:47 pm - Reply

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  4. Jeena R. Papaadi November 21, 2013 at 4:46 am - Reply

    Thank you Indrani, Abhra and Preethi.

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