Life : Lets make it count

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I sit on the footpath
I wonder what seem different
As I watch others and do the math
I see smiles that are still unspent

Everybody seems in a perpetual hurry
People running here and there
All they do is whine and worry
and call the god's gift (life) unfair

If only they could understand
Life is nothing but an adventure
and nothing in it is pre-planned
It's a risk of joint-venture

So lets just free ourselves
move forward with a special hand in our hand
Jig-saw puzzle is all we need to solve
  for all pieces to fall in place as planned.






Comments

  1. ekta khetan25 August 2013 at 06:03

    Nice poem, Renu! It was lovely to meet you yesterday!

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  2. Sri Valli25 August 2013 at 06:22

    Beautiful poem with beautiful message! - Explore the essence of life :)

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  3. Indrani25 August 2013 at 07:18

    Nice poem. Life is an adventure no doubt.

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  4. Some solved riddles25 August 2013 at 08:43

    Very nice poem
    superlike

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  5. Unknown25 August 2013 at 08:58

    Nice (y)

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  6. KC25 August 2013 at 20:42


    It's a risk of joint-venture.

    Shaabaas ladki

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  7. Rat26 August 2013 at 00:43

    nice poem :)

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  8. Betuke Khyal26 August 2013 at 02:52

    pre-planned, joint-venture... these are not commonly used terms in poetry.... refreshing to see you back writing poems

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  9. Anonymous26 August 2013 at 05:37

    Pretty Nice Lines indeed.. :-)

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  10. Anonymous26 August 2013 at 07:11

    Indeed we just seem to have stopped enjoying the trip here .. looks like we all want to leave with bags full of materialistic happiness once the trip is over... and that is so unreal .. fabulously expressed

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  11. Anonymous26 August 2013 at 12:38

    Beautiful poem Renu well expressed and sombre

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  12. Ritesh Agarwal28 August 2013 at 01:45

    Hmm hmm....life needs to be celebrated in all its forms, ain't it?

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