The Precious Gift Called Life ( In The Aftermath Of The Earthquake)

The Precious Gift Called Life ( In The Aftermath Of The Earthquake) short poem

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We live, we learn,
We love, we care.
In the process of learning,
We make mistakes again and again.
But then from these mistakes we learn again.
In the journey of life, we fall,
But then we rise
Even if no one lends ears to our cries,
We get hurt
Yet we always take the next step.
We tend to think all is not lost.
Have you ever thought what wonderful privilege we enjoy
By being alive?!
To breathe and love the things we like?
Think of those lives which got buried under,
The fury of mother nature.
For none of their fault,
From the face of the earth
They just disappeared!
The naked fear they saw before their death,
While the survivors will bear the agony till their end.
My friends, live life as a gift of God,
‘Cause you don’t know what awaits you,
Just at the very next bend

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ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Friend……..
Soon I am going to forget what you said …….
Not because it had no substance…….
But because my substance is dictated by …………………………MAYA.

ammu sachariah
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When we enjoy the privileges of life, we never think what is going to happen in the next moment.

Viswas Menon
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Life goes on…and on and will continue to go on and on……..that is why it is called life….
just it as long as it is there ….love life…give life to others by making them happy …give love to others so that they feel needed in life….

well written …nice compilation of thoughts …keep it up…

Ramapriya Nr
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We understand the greatest gift of God called LIFE only when we see others life coming to an abrupt end. It is the Gods way of conveying to those people who dont know the value of life to know what Life is all about. Savi ji you have sent a very meaningful message to the readers. congrats

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Great message. Shaken some part of me. Much needed. Thank you for your write.

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