The Journey

The first 5 lines of this poem were written many decades ago by my father, Ashok Kaul. I have taken the liberty to extend the thought with a few more.

A rose was released
From the womb of the seed
Into fetters of its form

From Jail to Jail
The journey of the frail

A baby was born
At the break of the dawn
In an Army uniform

From cradle to grave
The journey of the brave

She sold out her soul
And played out the role
She was made to perform

From bed to bed
The journey of the dead

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2 Responses to The Journey

  1. momsi says:

    Amazing kaks……you have bettered the original thought….if I may say so….at the risk of annoying your dear pops!!!!! Absolutely astounding…..

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