Death And Desire

Death And Desire short poem

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when young
death is unheard

when grown up
death appears mystery

when at ripe age
death appears real

When health deteriorates
death knocks at your doors

You either surrender
or try to escape

when you surrender
you are no more

when you fight
death retracts

life is all about survival
fear of death takes your life away
desire to live takes death away

whilst you dare to live without fear
death dare not knock to snatch you away

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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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another wonderful poem from a renowned poet……….how wonderful your observations are about life, death, relationships and almost all aspects of life, you seem to have written on almost every thing…………the number of poems speaks for it……….yes while death is certain……..life is not and hence life is to be lived every moment….we cannot defy death but yes we can live our life to its fullest………considering and counting each breath……..who knows for whom tomorrow wont be there………..

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