Haste Makes Waste Poem by Indira Renganathan
Haste Makes Waste
Life gobbles
Three-fourth of its time
In haste
A delightful waste
The rest of
Its one-fourth
Nibbles dumped
In a couch inane
A secret wait
To escape in haste
Left is the
Wasted remnants down
The lit pyre
A psychological poem. Life is only this much. An in-depth observation on life 10+
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This is absolutely a brilliant poem dear madam! A philosophical write that needs to be ponder on..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Three fourth of our time is wasted in idle pleasures, the rest is wasted in idleness and finally our time closes in the funeral pyre along with our body! A profound write.... very meaningful! Perhaps one of your best! Top marks!