Something To Ponder

Something To Ponder short poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr

some are born out of pleasure
some are born out of prayer

some desire importance
some lose importance

some zoom to touch the sky
some destined to bite the dust

some grow up to earn name and fame
some grow up to lose name and frame

some are synonymous of all eyes
some are suspicious of all eyes

some are symbol of human excellence
some are disgrace to human existence

Some die with dignity
some die with anonymity

But all vanish to eternity
Then why this inequality ?

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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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