Seeds of poison

A child learns what it lives,
and lives what it learns.
Thought – the seeds they are,
sown – in a child’s mind.
“You may give them your love
but not your thoughts,
for they have their own”
so true, those verses, aren’t they?
The evilest deeds they are,
to poison a child’s mind;
for, the seed grows,
in his mind,
into a tree that seeds again.
wilting his innocence,
his heart and mind,
poisoning them all.
until,
the same seeds are sown again,
in his children and
children’s children.
Can those trees never be uprooted
and seeds unsown?

“WHAT WOULD I WRITE ABOUT? ” Arun.J

It’s raining outside,and
I’m dreaming inside.
The wind is so cold,yet
I’m sweating untold.
Thunderclap roaring loud,yet
my mind silence vowed.
What would I write about?
I throw a glance at the sky,
At the streets, at the trees.
Not a word, nor a thought
Not a sigh, nor a wink
What would I write about?
And yet! There you are,
awaiting me,inspiring me
so on, so forth
and thus,was born
A piece of paper,
so full of words,
so full of life,
Of ink, Of tears
Of blood, Of sweat.
Who else would I write about?
but you! dear somebody!