Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful short poem

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I live today in your memoirs
Some courage, an unknown strength,
your words breathe into me
And though you lie cold and dead
You manage to make me emulate
Your treaded path, your valued thoughts
Your life which you led carefree
Each step you took built me up
What I am today, what I reflect
And though there is pain around
I remember those words you said to me
Life can never be the same always
It rises and falls, it prods and stalls
Yet whatever it is – with all its hues
Life is beautiful indeed.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book 22 Poems You Should Read About Love and Life

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Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at preetivandanamba@yahoo.co.in.
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ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Life is beautiful………..and the poem too .

Savi Mani
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Dear Preeti wonderful caption of the poem, inspite of all the painful memories, all the hurt, life is beautiful and we have to live till our last breath …………yes life never remains the same but the love of our loved ones gives us enough strength to face life and live it beautifully………..loved your poem……….keep writing……

kwai chee low
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Lovely poem, beautifully expressed. Life is indeed beautiful and precious too, with its ups and downs. Some are like rollercoasters and some a gentle meandering of hills and dales.

Arpita Roy
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your poems are inspiring.

Viswas Menon
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We have only one life…so enjoy it…..and live it well….and then life becomes beautiful…

nice work…keep it up Preeti

Akhtar Jawad
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Yet whatever it is – with all its hues
Life is beautiful indeed………………..A wonderful poem with a lovely message.

Sahana
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Very positive, hopeful and beautifully written poem, life indeed is beautiful with all its hues, Preeti!

CasavinM
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I love the place you always seem to be writing from – it reminds me about the phoenix rising from the ashes. Beautiful thoughts.

Lakhan Mal
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I read all your poems, and i fell you have varied thoughts to really write a poem. Your vocabulary is awesome too. I would like to see something going around rhyming words in your next poem. Awesome thoughts!!!

Akhtar Jawad
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Yes, life is beautiful because it has no substitute, a poem on the beauty of life is always beautiful and so is it. Well wrote Preeti!

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