Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Desire to Live


Body ages
Its own way
Wrinkles
On skin
Gray hair
Hair loss
Happen
Height Reduces
Arthritic pain
In joints
Bothers
And more.

Mind loses
Memory
Slowly
But steadily
Leading to
Loss of
Belief
In others
Thoughts of
Life and death
Dominate
All else.

Sight diminishes
Taste vanishes
Ears
Merely there
Without function
No smell
Touch's no touch
All senses
Reach a level
Of senselessness
Heart beats
With no rhythm.

A strong
Desire
To live
Still persists
Good deeds
Childhood days
Progress
Made
By kith and kin
Begin
To occupy
All thoughts.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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  • Muhammad Ali (12/29/2013 1:20:00 PM)

    very nice poem about a life-psyche.
    and/but...
    during our life time, we are to live each breath (we should learn) . (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/20/2013 10:40:00 PM)

    Inspite of all weakening of body and mental faculties, there is in us a desire to live! That's why to a man of eighty, 'the aged' is always fifteen years older to him! ! Enjoyed! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (12/20/2013 4:22:00 PM)

    In my head I'm still very young, the pain in my joints tell another story.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (12/19/2013 1:09:00 AM)

    The Desire to live, will stay with people until they take their last breath, though a few people have claimed that they have given up so many things in life, including the one Gowtham Buddha, who suffered the same fate as every other human.. Nice poem.. (Report) Reply

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