Human nature – tender core (a kural)

We emerged on birth 

as a good. 

The roads gets unsteady 

still we go

The smiles get weary

still we go

The tension tides builts 

still we go

Go doesn always grow

pain breeds pain.

We unknowingly also inflicted

others, turmoil unfold.

Still we, a child

despite grown-up mold.

Beneath an intimidating exterior 

Divulge plentiful more

Why do we question

limitations of love?

We often use aggression

disguised, as shove. 

Could we pull skins

Revealing inner core.

Could we make tenderness 

Not a chore?

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The kural (plural: kuralgal) is an ancient form of Tamil poetry, but it’s still widely used today, even in Singapore, especially among traditionalist poets. Each kural consists of just two lines. The first line has four words, and the second line has three words.

Artwork by @_AliCavanaugh_

Poem by me.

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This is an edited version of my poem written in the community group of #SingPoWriMo, a Facebook platform for poets to come together and do a month's challenge of poetry writing on a daily basis. Inspired by like-minded people & comments from some for improvement.