Life – A Journey Through Skies

Birth of an Infant is like a glittering star over clear sky
The infant mind is as coll and as calm as a night sky

The growth of an infant to kid is like sun rising in the sky
with its rays emitting brightness and warmth all over

Mind of the Kid grow like sharp sun rays emitting from skies
and will be as fresh as that of the morning sun light

Growth from kid to youth is a path akin to passing of clouds
over the skies amidst sun rays without falling of drop of rain

Growth of Youth to middle age is a rough path akin to
formation of thick dark clouds hovering around skies

Life during middle age is akin to the thunder and lightening
from the skies with intermittent rain causing discomfort

Life of old age is like pouring of un interrupted heavy rain
from the skies causing extensive floods and damages down below

Death is akin to the calm generated over the cloudy skies
sans rain and the ruins lay ed scattered all round below
due to the aftermath of the floods

Life begins like a twinkling star and ends like hovering of thick dark cloud.

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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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