It was all about an idea;
Thought of it,
Dreamt of it,
Just nurtured it like a plant.
I was happy –
It was growing.
But alas – one day,
The water dried out.
The leaves were yellow;
Some fell on the mud.
I cried out to my heart:
Wish I would have asked someone for water.
(Background of this poem: I wrote this poem while attending a workshop on Ideas and Innovation. One of the key learnings there was about sharing the idea with others and collectively building upon it, so that it can be duly taken forward and implemented. )
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Vikas Gupta // February 12, 2009 at 10:55 am |
In future, do not hesitate to ask ’someone for water’! Save ideas and vegetation.
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Ronak // February 12, 2009 at 12:45 pm |
I know.. the poem ends a bit on a tragic note…
the trainer there (in the workshop) added a couple of verses to make it sound positive… I think I will add those also…
kalyan // August 21, 2009 at 8:06 am |
i love it touching.
Ronak // August 21, 2009 at 10:41 am |
Thanks Kalyan… great to know that you liked it..