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Adonis Inside


Would you be so partial
As in to claim your own life
in fear of being perpetual ?

Would you be so selfish
So as to keep life insoluble
Being a solvent yourself?

Would you call it an impunity
As your feelings and optimism
Show us an image grotesque?

Wouldn't sharing what you have
Mean more than
What you can hide !!

And again,
How can you ?

History,
With its poignant tale of grievance
would illuminate
your bare weaknesses.

So before this pinion of
Your rebirth leads to nemesis,
Let the reincarnation usher in
A harmonious and kind Adonis
Who will not let The Sculptor
To rob him off the manhood
in hope of a new begining
a new life
and to come back again.

Let us not kill the Adonis inside
Let us teach Him to live for all.


SoUmY@



ADONIS:

I hate this part but I
feel in this case i should enlighten readers a bit.Adonis is a well
known character from Greek mythology in which from the birth till the
very end he had been a controversial character and his name always
attached to love lust and passion.Adonis,disputedly,the most beautiful
man to have lived in the earth was said to be of immense talent but he
actually spent most of his lifetime with women.His sculptures are well
known but one thing that must strike a viewer is the way his male organ
is smaller than his whole body structure.As if to mean,noone can be a
perfect example of perfection !
To add more to this,the Son of
Adonis and Aphrodite,Priapus,the god of fertility,did not have a good
look but had a disproportionately large male organ as if to mock Adonis
of it!



MY INTERPRETATION:


My
interpretation is rather dealt with psychological one.Everyone has been
given a pure heart and mind comparable to the beautiful gothic
structure of Adonis.As he has been given a chance to come to earth and
live with it being a human,he must not waste it by being absorbed in
self centred world and works.So that History and the Sculptor(referred
to Time)dont get a chance to leave a mark of mockery on him.
You are given a good heart.Share it with all.And use it for good.


[I apologise for any factual and conceptual error.Its totally unintentional from my part]




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Comments

Megha said…
Great Interpretation!! i wonder y ny1 shud find it offensive.. Its a bare fact which shud b realised by every1!!! m a BIG FAN OF URS Soumya!!!
Rukhiya said…
Such deep thoughts, philosophically stirring and forever questioning the blunt ends we leave untended within ourselves are yours to explore and enlighten. Enriched :)

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