Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Life Goes On


Life takes birth
in death does it end
life
death
life life death death
life death life death
there's balance
life life life death
life death death life
population rises
death life death death
life death death death
population drops
life death life life
death life life
life number count must tally
death number eventually
in life we differ
in death we all agree
in life we're many
in death we're all one
life and death
two sides of a coin
tossed by unknown force
is it head or tail...
whatever outcome it is
life goes on and on.

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

Topic of this poem: life


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  • Bronze Star - 6,689 Points * Sunprincess * (2/27/2014 7:36:00 PM)

    ............you give us something to ponder...an interesting and intriguing write...enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,010 Points Valsa George (10/11/2013 6:22:00 AM)

    Earlier life and death tallied! Even now they tally as the number of births have dropped and death rate also proportionately dropping with greater longevity! But there is a cardinal difference! In life we are many, but in death we are all one! A poem with a difference in treatment and presentation! ! (Report) Reply

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