Why Less

Why Less prose poem

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WHY LESS?
My wife thinks I am worthless
My children think I am spineless
My boss thinks I am useless
My girl friend thinks I am heartless
My friend thinks I am aimless
My enemy thinks I am boneless
My colleague thinks I am baseless
My Son in law thinks I am hopeless
My teacher thinks I am brainless
My creditor thinks I am penniless
My sibling thinks I am careless
My parents think I am harmless
but
My grandson thinks I am selfless
My happiness is now boundless

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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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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Your poetry is priceless. Wonderful. Standing Ovation.

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful!

Savi Mani
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wonderful poem ……..so thoughtless of me to come so late on this wonderful poem………yes the bondage between the grandchildren and the grandparent is priceless……and it is so much more that all other “less” become insignificant in front of this wonderful understanding……….no doubt the happiness you get is boundless……….nice short poem……

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