Life at Twilight

Life at Twilight short poem

In the twilight of life
There he was rambling
Amid the memories he bore
Of his life
Memories sweet and sour
Flow by his mind,
Leaving traces of
Wrinkled smile
There he walks in tranquility
Like an old man
Rich and ripe
With experiences

Man of wisdom
You appear to be a monk

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Such a brilliant piece of existence @bhargavi Your poem is simple yet impactful. Poses a thought that sure crosses each and every mind. It’s only through calm and tranquility that human mind can reach a peaceful end. Brings an image of a contented smiling old monk to mind.


Nice one!!


The picture captured so well, I enjoyed reading.


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