Vagaries Of Life

Vagaries Of Life short poem

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Life is like a journey in the train
We board the train all alone

We share different moments with so many
We travel till our destination in their company

We alight leaving behind their memory
some sweeter,some bitter and some mixed

Often we get worried and behave as
if there is nothing left to be relived

The greedy will continue to feel unhappy
in spite of reaching the pinnacle of wealth

The needy will continue to slog and
sees no light even beyond the tunnel

The contended will feel life as routine
and never attempt to scale heights

The mourners will always have a grouse
and never live in peace for no reason

The optimistic will take the failures
as a stepping stone for success

The pessimistic will see failure
even before attempting for success

The turmoil in life does have an expiry date
when one has to leave the world on the allotted date

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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 what is life is all about, very wonderfully explained and compared to a train journey, yes all the turmoil in life ends when life itself ends…….nice poem

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