Poem.45.The Influence

                                          The Influence

Bricks red made of mud
baked in the furnace hot
turned into strong lot ,
ready to face the weight bold.

Child soft is also shaped
 baking little everyday
shadow of days passed
make you grow by each day.

 Sure we think ,do all things
with our body mind and thoughts,
do we do the things same way
if our background not this way.
The childhood,teens and past
seem so distant dream like,
but  influence, it sure has
on each decision we do make.

Written for the Magpie tales- where we write a poem or short vignette using the picture prompt.


Priyanka Bhowmick said...

really the early days of our lives is like a beautiful dream... so true to life poem.. good work.

Tess Kincaid said...

Ah, yes, the furnace of life. Nice.

priyaiyer said...

lovely thoughts. beautifully written.

Deborah said...

Such truth in your words as always Rashmi, a wonderful poem.

thingy said...

What an interesting connection. I completely agree with our past having much influence on our present.


Rekha said...

using the analogy of bricks readied to our life journey is very creative on your part...but unlike bricks we have to be keep burning throughout life to complete our growth as ideal humans

Susannah said...

Very nice Rashmi. :-)

Jingle said...

Bricks red made of mud
baked in the furnace hot

love the first two lines.

woih said...

there's alot truth in there.
....who am I but an expression of the past?

I'm really enjoying your writing. Your thoughts get my noggin turning ( and I get to use words like noggin). Definitely gonna stop by more often.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

I enjoyed reading your poem very much.
It is nice to recall childhood memories and sometimes that does happen, out of a shadow!
Best wishes, Eileen

Ella said...

Well Done, love the play on words!