by sharon
Published on: Nov 15, 2009
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Type: Poetry

Why do you have to hurt so, burn so and shame so?
Is it because you are here to teach a lesson?
Your existence is through our making
And good to say, one has learnt once you have been made.

You are like a revolving axis going around and around in my mind
At times you've made me weak, but the end results have made me strong.

You know no preference, no colour, nor creed
You are here to set fools like me on the right track
How dare I call you a cold one?
But in no other form can one learn right from wrong.

It is an imperfect world
And so are the beings who exist in it
You are here to be made
It is a must that you are made!
But help us to learn and learn well, once you have been made.

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