Life – A Bubble In The Flowing River

Life   A Bubble In The Flowing River short poem

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Life and Death are like the
Birth and Bonding of a flowing River

While on Birth we sure cry
We fear when on death

Advancing of our Age is akin to the
blowing in size of the bubble in water

occurrence of death is similar
to the melting of the bubble.

Like the bubble melting and mixing with water
Human body gets decayed and buried in the soil

Flowing river ultimately reaches the Sea,
so also the dead will move into an unknown world

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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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Aloke
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A philosophical sense of finality turned into a fine poem.

Savi Mani
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life is enjoyable liveable while death is inevitable, life and death beautifully portrayed…….liked the lines……..Flowing river ultimately reaches the Sea,
so also the dead will move into an unknown world……nobody knows where the departed soul goes but yes as long as life is there why thing about death!!!!!!!!!
a very philosophical poem indeed……..

Savi Mani
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sorry correction..pls read as “why think about death”…….typographical mistake….

Laya Sarath
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SO wonderfully penned…and life compared to the bubble…peak of imagination…so good 🙂

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