Age No Bar…

Age No Bar... short poem

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When age comes between
You and your Prospects
Choose Prospects
Forget your age
Which may be on the high side
So many elders have done a lot
Written a lot
Gone to many places
When such being the fact
Why should you consider
Age as a Barrier
You will leave one day
Make a Mark before it
Achieve or do something
Forget Age….

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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you nailed it right! Age is just a number…Isnt it?

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

Age is just a number as you have rightly said. Age cannot diminish the power of intellect, imagination, creativity and zest for life. Sit idle and brood over age, you become stale, irrelevant and perhaps a laughing stock too. Feel young at heart, let the brain be active and the life becomes meaningful,


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