Writing On The Wall

The day I was born
written was the day I would burn

The day I went to school
written was the fate of what I churn

The day I got married
written where I am destined

The day I retired from service
written for sure the countdown begins

The day I fell sick
written was the time I would chicken

The day I was burnt
written was the place I would be reborn

The number of days I would Live
written with no scope for any extension

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Good as true!

Savi Mani

nice poem, your poem makes one to believe that we all are predestined the day we take birth, not a day more not a day less, yes at times we feel that there are certain happenings/incidents in our life on which we dont have any control, they creep in our life, wanted or unwanted and at that particular moment we feel and trust there is one above all of us who has written for us the WRITING ON THE WALL….and life goes on as per those writings….we all are children of destiny…….no doubt ……loved your poem………so true

ramakrishnan chatakondu

It is true destiny has control over my life in every way……..
…….except the way I think………
……….and I think by catching god’s feet we can rewrite our destiny in certain crucial matters……..
…………of course I am not saying this out of confidence……..I am saying this out of helplessness .

ammu sachariah

Every thing is written. But we can pray for some extension.

Viswas Menon

@ramapriya_nr…..Life guarantees only one thing….that is DEATH…there is no guarantee that one will live…but there is guarantee that one will die….everything in life revolves around this fundamental principle….which many ignore during their hectic busy_ness of life…

well written …


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