Treasure Island

krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

(1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

Happy Birthday? ?


Every so called happy birth day
Says death-day is closer to the door
And we must renew our pledge anyway
To live the rest a little intensely more

As candles increase in number
So will the diameter of the cake
Each year that passeth January to December
Bringeth us closer to that grave

So what is there to really celebrate?
When we know these are the rules of the game
And sunrises and sunsets wil lose colour
In old age everything will look just the same

When your eyes get fogged by cataract
And legs get creaky or lame
Remember, its time to really fast-track
All your prayers before the end game.............

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/1/2014 1:33:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. In my opinion one should celebrate, because to enjoy a particular moment, one should never leave that chance. Some people are bed ridden, some may be in prolonged illness, many die before fifty itself or at much younger age, some may be handicapped, some may be lying on footpath with empty stomach and might have forgotten that they were too born, but not sure on what day! Thinking of all these one should celebrate their all their birthdays. Beautiful poem. Loved reading.
    Even I wrote a poem on similar pattern Party at Sixty! where one cannot have anything at the party because he is having B.P., diabetes, cholestrol etc..so all the restriction to eat anything. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (2/1/2014 9:39:00 AM)

    These celebrations are mandatory as we are destined to be doomed beginning with early old age.
    Once we begin to realise that each birthday to be one year passed forward to death, there will be no present of compromises. A fine write Krishnakumar. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/30/2014 10:49:00 PM)

    I think people over fifty
    With limbs no more hefty
    And eyes often misty
    Indulge in self pity

    You have drawn the attention of everyone to a stark reality.... and reality is often shocking! I invite you to read my poem- Sunset on similar thoughts! ! (Report) Reply

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