Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I searched for goodness
But it never was.
Perhaps sublimed and in the shadow, I reckoned
And  I vain.
Ruth and empathy, I searched about
But it never was.
Little pearls of Godliness,that endure in all
I sought, but it never was.
The smile, the words, quenching they seemed
So, yet, I searched again
And of no avail.
Scintilla of hidden goodness
That might be in us all
I searched in depth and with hope
But it never was.
Lament I did,'pray, I be wrong’.
I wailed, falter did I, in search?
But I saw,nay it was not so;
Because, ‘Frailty’ was her name!


Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Frailty thy name is...

Poornima said...

Nicely crafted :)

anilkurup said...

@ Arun Meethale Chrakkal

Oh no. I did not mean to generalize as the 'Bard'did.
Yes it is about "A WOMAN" and not women.

@ Poornima

Thanks for coming in.And your comments. Just a beginner .

Tomz said...

I liked its refrain, 'But it never was'

anilkurup said...

@ Tomz

Thank you for the visit and comment.

The Holy Lama said...

The quest such has positive answers in differnt places. It is when we demand again , expect more, are we drawing a blank. Unless once frail, you can't be strong:)

deeps said...

Just wondering what inspired, motivated you to scribble these lines….!!

anilkurup said...

@ the holy lama,
Dear friend I m afraid that either my novice attempts with verses failed to connect with you or you may not have noticed, what I wanted to convey.

@ deeps

Irrespective of the likes and dislikes of people of varied hues, I strongly endorse the view that if one can write about a thing it will be and can be only out of experience. Deeper the emotions, stronger the words.
And who hath the power to evoke emotions in the other as strong as it can ever be ?

sm said...

beautiful poem

anilkurup said...

thanks for the comment. you are welcome to be more critical