Rolling Time

Rolling Time short poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr

Those days my head was completely covered with thick hair
These days my head is devoid of any hair

Those days I needed a mirror to look at my head
These days my head itself looks like a mirror

Those days my wife was proud of my handsome looks
These days my wife is feeling Uneasy to look at my ugly face

Those days I had no time to look at the mirror
Theses days I am afraid to look at the mirror

Those days my beloved used to sing romantic songs holding my hand
These days my beloved tries to run slipping away from my gripping hand

Those youthful days just disappeared in moments akin to Deer disappearing in flash
These days life is moving at a snail’s pace akin to an Elephant reluctant to walk

Oh God what sin have I done for you to punish me like this ???

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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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