Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

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Amazing how Time elapsed

Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand
To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand

I feel I am not even a competitor to my little grandchild to play in the sand
But he sees me as a companion to play with him in the sand

Though I never felt I was aging, my Grandchild knows
I cant’ even bend my leg to sit on the sand

When my grandchild wanted to chase me and catch
he was disappointed I was caught without him chasing me

He felt angry when he was not caught while I chased him,
I felt tired and laid down without ever catching him

I could proudly hold his hair over his head, while
he can’t even touch my hair as he sees no hair on my head

He could munch any thing and every thing which is so very hard
while I can’t even chew a gum as like a lady’s cheek which is so very soft

While He holds the bat to play the game of Bat and Ball
I hold the stick to stand erect between the ground and the palm

Though I know I can’t get back the playing days of my childhood
my grandchild knows it is going to be his best days to play with me around

So what if I am aged and tired and feel insecure
My grandchild is there to wipe out the fear of me being insecure

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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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Geetha Paniker

Really amazing how time flies….beautifully written.

Savi Mani

wonderful poem, before we realise our life turns from childhood to adolescent and then we enter the evening of our life and then we are not able to match and catch up to the vigour and activities of our own grandchildren, we realise yes we have become old but yes in those little cuties one sees one’s childhood again, no doubt the bondage of love between grandparent and grandchildren is amazing, the child doesnt know his grandparent is aged and fragile , he wants his grandpa to be as active as he is…………..nice poem……..loved every bit of it,……..Ramapriya ji

ammu sachariah

Childhood once again comes to us after sixty years. You and your grantson are sailing in the same boat. so enjoy with him.I enjoyed your poem.

Nadeem Qazilbash

There is a little bit of us in them, and that thought is so fulfilling. We are alive and well in them, as they will be in their children and grand children, and life continues. Wonderfully written.

ramakrishnan chatakondu

Lovely…… is a pleasure reading your poems because they are so cool and highly emotional .


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