Tirupathi Chandrupatla


A Chance at Hand


A certain thing in
Life is death
One goes the way
One comes in.

All struggles happen
In the brief span
Between birth and death
We call this life.

We've a chance at hand
To live this life
And give our all
To make it interesting.

Submitted: Thursday, October 31, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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  • Yash Shinde (3/19/2014 12:18:00 AM)

    ...a deep message delivered through a short poem........we have only one chance to live life to its fullest, time once will never return...........great write, , , (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (11/8/2013 5:42:00 AM)

    A very good lesson in wisdom is found in this short write. This sums
    up everything as a whole. Live life to the fullest for you only have the
    time between life and death to enjoy it. Good advice for all! (Report) Reply

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