After being in this world born,
Chapter called pricking thorn,
Water called tear to scorn,
Matter called merry to adorn,
Laughter of World to warn,
Arise to crowd our life always,
Surprise will be happy days,
Cries will follow us on our ways,
Ties will be snapped to disgrace,
Eyes will try to locate God's face!
One day, time to leave comes,
Sun smiles and kindly welcomes,
Won laurels turn useless incomes,
Done good act only becomes,
Fun for holy Heaven's outcomes!
M V Venkataraman
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- Comment from author about the poem: Life will be lost, we become just past, time moves damn fast, none can last, good act is the cost, to reach Heaven at last!
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