Burden

Burden short poem

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My childhood is certainly the replica of God
Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God
The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God
The days I am spending as an old man is ordained as punishment by God
The wheel of ones life journey rotates in full undergoing trials and tribulation before coming to a halt
One desist to die in spite of undergoing turmoils in life
Life looks rosy on death bed
Life looks thorny when alive
Beauty of living is we have the strength to bear the burden of troubles and tribulation
while
Agony of dying is we lose the strength to even acknowledge that we carry no more burden of life

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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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