Purity

When shadow of GREED hides, PURITY resides... 

Pure is the smile of a child, 

Pure is the cry of the deprived, 

Alas! TIME and its omnipotence, 

Has washed away the divine sands, 

Has empowered the fate of tomorrow, 

The glory of a wrinkled brow. 

Borne out of clay and shall be dug into it, 

Only stories to linger under the moonlit!!

Reviews

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I apppreciate the content of the poem. Short and well written.

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you.

[Eric Cox]

Strong punch to this, excellent creative write!

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you. :)

[Eric Cox]

You're welcome :)

[Frieda P]

This speaks to purity very nicely...good read.

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you so much :)

[Notthatkindof doc]

Again, the kind of great prose come to be expected of this author. I think the best line is borne out of clay and shall be dug into it. Great circular reference!

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you.. :)

[Con O'Clast]

I really like 'Has empowered the fate of tomorrow,/ the glory of a wrinkled brow.' It's very nicely worded. Great poem.

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you very much.

[khalid]

very nicely penned, pure poem as the title says although purity has become something rare in our recent life..

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thank you.

[khalid]

my pleasure

[Sola]

Intriguing porse, I like your analogy to the slipping sands of time, however the last line does not seem to conclude well. under the moonlit.....what? you might say under the moons gaze or glare or under moonbeams but the phrase "under the moonlit" begs for another word.

[Kajal Gulabani]

Hi.. The last line of the poem concludes that only tales and names linger under the moon light. Rest everything gets eaten up by Time.

[Clayton Bardwell]

It's the tales we tell. I like it!

[Kajal Gulabani]

Thanks Clayton.. Hope you doing great ?

[Clayton Bardwell]

I'm fine as frogs hair. Thanks for asking.