The Goal

The  Goal short poem

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Your day starts with the Sunrise-
Your day ends with the Sunset.
Your dreams and hopes start by birth,
And end in the grave yard.
Days, Weeks, Months and Years-
Pass swiftly- swiftly -by
Your dreams and hopes increase day by day,
Until your last breath.
Try to understand –
Life is full of challenges.
Accept it as you can,
Better not to feel jealous of others.
Let them do what they can.
Try to learn to live before you die.
Try to find the truth that lies ‘within the lie’
THE GOAL IS YOURS.

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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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Laya Sarath
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So true right mam? Goals are ours ..the path is ours..people who come and go from our life are just guides..And to leave a mark even after death is something that we should look for..Loved it mam…

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Do something what you love…..if you do not know what you really love……….discover it……spend time with your feelings…you will get an answer……….do what you can to begin with……slowly improve on it….don’t set your goals depending on what others tell you…don’t copy what others do because every soul has got different soul-path .

Viswas Menon
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@ammukutty_sachariah……wonderful poem….well worded…

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