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Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Enough for This Life


This is life
Searching for light
In darkness of night
Tired eyes retired
When woke up again
The day was gone
Night’s all that was left
Is this life?
This is my life.

Burning desires
Many thoughts of hope
I’ve them inside
Destination’s in sight
Path to reach lays straight
And to take a step ahead
I’m feeling deep pain
There’s no energy left.

Whatever will happen
Will happen anyway
Whatever will come
Will come anyway
Know not if there’s
Someone to move things
Whatever moves
Will keep moving anyway
Why fill the mind
With all stray thoughts
Churn it with worries
And keep on yawning.

Milk has water in it
Water has dirt in it
This body has
Dirt all over it
What in this world
Is true and all pure?

Enough it’s enough
Don’t need desires
Emotions or goals
Whatever turn it takes
Let it take anyway
Let all dirt remain
And darkness prevail
Enough, it’s enough
It’s enough for this life.

Submitted: Thursday, May 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (6/6/2013 8:14:00 AM)

    Enough is enough and don't need desires...
    I used to say enough of the troubles, so far I haven't said enough of the desires. Nice to read.. (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (5/31/2013 11:37:00 AM)

    your poem reflects the feelings of countless people. well said and well written Mr. Chandru, Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (5/31/2013 7:18:00 AM)

    Thank you Ms Valsa George. Your comment supplements the poem well. A poet may feel pessimistic at times and this poem came out as a result. I look to future with optimism. If this poem makes the reader think that this is not the way, I think the purpose is served. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/30/2013 10:51:00 PM)

    It is true that life doesn't offer all that we long to get. There is grief and sorrow, dirt and filth. Despite all these life is worth living! Without emotions or goals, life will be bland like saw dust. Instead of letting life take its own course, we have to direct it. A good poem! ! (Report) Reply

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