Span Of Life

Span Of Life short poem

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I bloomed like a flower in the wood-
the bees and flies danced around me.
they tried to touch my face..
but the wind protected me
the sun looked at me
it was too harsh and hot
the moon stared at me
it was so soft and cool
the weather peeped in
summer, winter and spring came one after another
my face became pale and wrinkled
my body stooped
I looked all around
I could see no flies dancing around
no sun or moon was looking at me
I wish, I could see atleast one bee dancing around.

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ammu sachariah

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Randall Smith

This poem I felt like I was living it. Thank you.

Viswas Menon

@ammukutty_sachariah…..well expressed….love the feel of transition….keep it up!!

ramakrishnan chatakondu

And the pain becomes infinite…..if that one bee belongs to our own blood group………

Muhammad Khalid Khan

Well expressed nostalgic feelings

Saurin Desai

interesting transition from youth to old age



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