You must read it yourself to picture the situation.Charm will be lost if told in advance. |
PLEASE TELL ME MY FAULT You brought me home because you liked my looks And promised you would take good care of me. I served you all the while what you fancied, But you cast me into ignominy. Before you throw me away I do pray, Please tell me what has been my fault at all. You were the master in complete control. Why was it not your fault that I did fall? While no one will ever blame you, I’m sure, I will be called always the fallen one. Man has made this world a one sided game. In every tussle man has always won. Shall I blame man or simply my own fate? How else can feel a tender broken plate? • Written in pentameter, abcb rhyme • Awarded Honourable Mention prize in the first round of "Point of View Contest", "Invalid Item" , hosted by judykay. • This poem was obviously meant to be the lament of a broken plate that is discarded, as clear from the last line. However, a reader sent the following review which I am mentioning here because it wonderfully displays that beautiful quality of poetry compared to prose: it is amenable to various interpretations by the reader— “This is a difficult one for me. If I have interpreted it incorrectly I do apologize in advance. I believe this is an instance where Satan is questioning God. Your poem mentions the fallen one; that’s where I draw most of my conclusion from. He is asking: is it really his fault or man’s. This is a very good read. Unusual topic and presented in an unusual way. Nicely done”. M C Gupta 19 September 2008 |