Old Age

Old Age short poem

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Wishing a long life for some one dear,
may be gesture oozing deep from ones heart

The long life may be a boon
if the person is hale and healthy

If the person is sick and tardy
his life is sure to be doomed

Life need to be judged by the quality of ones being
and not merely by the quantity of ones ageing

Person who has to depend on machine to survive
is as good as a vehicle without wheels

person who lives like a running machine in his ripe age
is as good as a flying machine sans wheels

One needs blessings from near and dear if not for a long life
at least for a life devoid of sickness but full of happiness

Living life like a soft but sprinting dear is better then
living like a ferocious but wounded lion

When one leaves the world for eternity
the person need to be missed badly
rather then generate a sigh of relief

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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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Savi Mani
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a wonderful poem on ageing and good health……..thats why it is said “Health is the biggest wealth” if good health is not there, no amount of wealth can substitute it or make a person healthy……..the last few lines are the punch lines and its so true,…’When one leaves the world for eternity
the person need to be missed badly
rather then generate a sigh of relief.”…..often in a family an elderly person who is in bad physical shape is considered a liability and though he/she may be loved or missed yet when he/she leaves this earth, the family sighs relief…..its the bitter truth of life……..nice poem……..

Nadeem Qazilbash
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The imperfections of an old body are a thing of beauty to behold.

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