Treasure Island

SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

A fruit


First a wish
Then be a bud
Lift to flower
Conquer the vision
Turned so gentle
Time passed and ripens
Fallen and feed all cared
Life is bud at childhood
Flower at adulthood
Mature at elder stage
Will fall as aged
What remains is the glory he spread

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/21/2014 10:19:00 AM)

    The different stages of life even if it is a plant, human being, wildlife and any lives born in this world is to pass these stages and finally go for oblivion or infinite where we doesn't know the destination which have so much definitions and destinations by the learned scholars but couldn't be collaborated with facts since no one returns. The poetess made a beautiful poem and liked it. (Report) Reply

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