Art Of Living

Art Of Living short poem

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We always glorify the bygone days
We refuse to believe the present is as beautiful and worthy as past
We Live mostly in past and dream only of the future
We tend to overlook the past sufferings and only remember the happy moments,
as a result the past life always look rosy and perfect
We tend to feel great about today only tomorrow
We seldom Live in the present

Unless we believe and realise that :
Yesterday was a dust bin brimming with the left overs
Today is a golden plate awaiting fresh and tasty food to eat
Tomorrow as an empty box filled only with air
We can never Live life in full but only breath to Live life empty

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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 short poem on the true art of living life, yes looking back to the past wont help us in any way and future is uncertain why worry about what is going to happen we dont know, life must be lived in present, cause its the gift of God thats why its called PRESENT…….we should not regret what we could not achieve in past, our follies our regrets if ever we look back to past, we should carry some sweet memories in our heart…….and march ahead….wonderful poem on how to live life Ramapriya ji

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