A not very timely note

This was a blog I once wrote during my high school and early college years. I keep it around for nostalgic purposes, but it is quite obviously no longer updated. I am looking to make a more professional blog presence in the future, but I still like to look at where I was mentally at certain points in time.

- G. Jan 2013

Sunday, August 23, 2009


We came out of the womb; little faces opening their eyes to a bright new world
Fathers and Mothers staring in wonder at the life they had newly molded
First came a crawl, then a single step
We fell many times, only to get up again
First words brought laughs of delight
Our cries have kept many mothers up all night
But time cannot be stopped; the seeds begin to sprout
To parents we started being a little less devout
Mischief, mistakes, silly games
Kisses, heartbreak, the affections of a dame
Through our mistakes we grew
Until the time was right
The Rite of Passage would be taken tonight
Choices would be made, covered in sunlight or rain
Our hands can help and heal
Or hurt and maim
Yet such is the beauty of the human race
We aren't born with claws or overwhelming strength
But a mind of formidable sharpness
And a soul that begins pristine
Whether our touch purifies the ones around us
or defiles with burning hate
That choice is yours to make.


Zorlone said...


This is a profound poem. You should have written in the intro, "Some heavy thinking required." Now you got me going. he he he.

Well done man! This is a different kind of poem and aptly has your style in writing, good work dude.

In the end, it will be you (or the individual) who would make the choices that would define the destiny of mankind.


L. Venkata Subramaniam said...

A very beautiful poem. Very powerful words and the way you have built it up before you give the final message is truly beautiful.

I sort of expected what was coming towards the end but still you kept me hooked.