The Life Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The Life



Marching for the possession
Power, wealth, and worldly pleasures
Humans forgets to live in harmony
The speedy journeys are missed here
Unable to content themselves
The great treasures of knowledge here
The final journey they forgets of destiny
No one can predict the time of farewell.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life itself a journey and the thing is to live and be contented
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success