Moving On Poem by Dr Mukta Kamplikar
Moving On
Looked back from the doorway
at a lifeless office
pencil holders and stationary arranged in a row
“Feed me” – the paper eating bin
Quiet moments of work
Laughter with those akin
Lost some years of working life here
Lost my hometown
Lost my teens
Lost my twenties
And what it means
is that I make myself lighter each time
For I leave a bit of me everywhere
Wonder what I shall be at sixty
a song….a breath…a verse to share
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4/27/2024 2:17:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes.. the pain is there.. you cry and feel this is the end & you can't get any better, but u move on and then the frame changes.. blossoms new flowers, seasons, life gets rejuvenated again.. and again... Well laid out thoughts..