The Lost Youth

The Lost Youth

Ever seen the sheep ,tied to the pole?
gaily grazing within the limits,
gifted by the ropes, so short..
thanking the master for the treat.
does the poor soul know its fate?
to be milked, till her udder dries..
then ,she sees the knife so sharp
recalls the joy in masters eyes,
when the grass had made her plump..
too late too late it is now,should have
broken loose, when still YOUNG.
thus ends the tale of many a sheeps,
who had opted to live ,with the flow

Roshan N

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the state of present day youth

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SSmoothie's picture

I contented life complete in

I contented life complete in serving a master that god ordained there are worse ways to live and die...
Lovely poem.


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Kancer's picture

Very insightful

Well done. Point made.

Fitzgerald's picture

Excellent poem

Excellent poem