K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

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Aging And What It Means.... - Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

Years pass without a whiff of murmur,
like clouds dissipating in the sky;
If happiness is a whirlpool in the river
Pain too is a fading scar on memory.
Voices jar on the wavelength,
a perpetual melee daunting the ear.
Once the cacophony peters out,
emerges the calm cadence of order.
Life is never a bouquet to the living,
a surprise always on the fringe;
Beyond the rim of stinging chaos
Hope beckons, a distant rose?


Comments about Aging And What It Means.... by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

  • (4/16/2012 6:50:00 AM)


    A philosophy we all tend to forget. Hope should not be a distant rose. The two lines I like the most is If happiness is a whirlpool in the river /Pain too is a fading scar on memory (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012



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