Aparna Chatterjee


- Birthday - - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

When we are
Young,
We are
So much
In a rush
To
Grow up
So soon
That we
Eagerly
Await
Our
Every
Birthday :)

When we are
Past our
Prime -
We frown
On the
Flying
Years…
We don't
Want to
Grow old
So soon.
So we sigh:
Oh, My God!
Another
Birthday: (




(Theme: Age)


Comments about - Birthday - by Aparna Chatterjee

  • Bronze Star - 2,016 Points Aparna Chatterjee (3/25/2012 11:44:00 AM)

    Thanks, Ijlal Haider and Tapas Baidya, for reading and reviewing my poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie ijlal Haider (3/22/2012 5:56:00 AM)

    contrasting feeling of ones life......
    nice n simple (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tapas Baidya (3/22/2012 5:40:00 AM)

    Human pshycology about age is finely expressed. The lay-out of the poem is also fine. Tapas (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 22, 2012


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