Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

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Being in a wealthy family
Being with healthy siblings
Could not make my mind happy.
A thirst for some thing else
Burnt inside me as a fire.
My desire grew day by day
Nothing could prevent me
From my burning thirst inside
Day and night I worked on it
I knew, I have to break all the tie ups
Sentiments and bondages I left behind
And selected my own way of life
criticisms and comments pierced in me
But the beams of light entered in
Gave me courage to go forward
I swam through the high waves
which blew up above my head.
Ups and downs came on my way
But my two loving dots helped me
To reach my goal and make me happy.
Now I am on the shore with a smile on the face
I do not know the happiness in me happened
Or I brought inside
To reach my goal

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ammu sachariah

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful Ammu… thirst for life is great.

Ramapriya Nr
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A beautiful essay on having a goal in life which ultimately culminate in happiness . A poem deep in thoughts. worth reading

Savi Mani
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Wow yet another beautiful poem from you dear Ammu, to break away and achieve something on your own, the thirst of life and ultimately reaching your goal and how much happiness it brings looking back having taken a wonderful journey………very beautifully journey …must say one of your best

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Which of the two gives us more happiness…..
…the thought that we are in the right track…..or…..the satisfaction that we have reached our goal…
…………..what if we meet with a failure…..

…………the beauty of this poem is that it kickstarts a fresh controversy even after the goal is reached….

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Stumped…..
………..by a beauty …

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