Rema Prasanaa


! ! Nostalgic Old Tales! ! ! - Poem by Rema Prasanaa

When I grow on my wise perception of prime age
An old age home, I do not crave for definite
I allow you children, to take away my belongings and
to honour the love and feelings shared along
I advise you all, not to fight on a war field
to share my riches in a frame of acquisitive rant
Do not beleaguer me to share my life
Like a fragmented soul with any of you....
Share my possessions equally except my soul
when I grow old enough in your minds
for me to go in an old age home
A hand note is enough for me to fathom your requisites
as you all share a part of me from my inner
For further reasoning on austere terms
I construe your freckled lines clear enough
Leave me to a riverside where I sit and gaze
At the most elegant mountains and a sun rise
I can amalgamate my old age in a way I design
And there I don’t need any fences or blockades...
On the finale of my life, I do not require a
Requiem of nostalgic old tales on the
serene shore of my contented life.........


Comments about ! ! Nostalgic Old Tales! ! ! by Rema Prasanaa

  • Sathyanarayana M V S (7/24/2008 6:35:00 AM)


    Altruistic and benevolent thoughts. Enchanting piece.10
    sathya narayana
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  • (7/21/2008 3:10:00 PM)


    I like your choice of words, 'wise perception of prime age' and
    'amalgamate my old age'. Sounds like you deserve some peace and quiet and relish the silence in which you can stir your creative energies. I like the flavor of your poem.
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  • (7/15/2008 11:22:00 PM)


    this one is from the heart and shows deep reflection. in the twilight years of our lives, we still want to be independent and just peace. where else but in the lap of nature. rema this so touching and inspiring.10++

    Mamta
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  • (7/1/2008 10:35:00 PM)


    Fine poems. Your soul shines from far... I wish good luck.
    Tsira
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  • Ramesh T A (6/29/2008 3:19:00 AM)


    It is eternally true that ultimately Nature is the best resort for spiritual satisfaction or fulfilment in life! Wise decision! (Report) Reply

  • (6/25/2008 2:18:00 PM)


    There are a lot of interesting accents in this worthy poem. I like these two lines very much:
    ...At the most elegant mountains and a sun rise
    I can amalgamate my old age in a way I design...I just love them, will keep in my mind!
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  • (6/23/2008 2:37:00 AM)


    True that is the nostalgic old tales of the normal human beings- beautifully portrayed! Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (6/21/2008 11:12:00 PM)


    accomplishments
    of a fine chapter
    untold for animosity
    but written
    with clear cut
    pragmatism...
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  • (6/21/2008 9:18:00 PM)


    hi Rema, i liked this poem. very deep in meanings and thought provoking. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2008 8:51:00 PM)


    Genius composed piece full of beautiful expression.....love it! ! !

    10+ keep'm coming Rema my friend

    stacks of dirty dishes

    Jon.
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  • Satheesan Rangorath (6/18/2008 12:36:00 PM)


    HI Rema Prasanna
    Great pen sketches on very important subject.'old age' Well pointed to the subject
    with intelligent selection of words. Good work
    A perfect 10
    Greetings
    Satheesan rangorath
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  • (6/18/2008 2:05:00 AM)


    An emotional, beautiful, meaningful composition.
    cheers! !
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  • (6/17/2008 10:35:00 PM)


    The title of this piece is not adequate for its contents. These contents are
    essentially, ' The Final Requests of the Aged '. That would be my title, or something like it. Otherwise, the reader will be surprised. As I was, to find
    the most precious of treasures of the day. The lines were inspired and held together with a single thought. No greater tribute to prose can be expressed
    than this. I shall take this as a favorite and give a rare 10. Thank you for this masterpiece. A gift to everyone.

    GW62
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  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (6/17/2008 12:05:00 PM)


    A heart felt nostalgia of old age well told
    in your usual beautiful style of poetry.
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  • (6/17/2008 7:08:00 AM)


    Slight bitternness and sadness. Society has changed mentalities and children have often become the world's nomads and very acquisitive. It is a pity because the strong part of the eastern world was the strong family bonds where everybody had a place. (Report) Reply

  • (6/17/2008 3:29:00 AM)


    Life is a journey as we know it which passes as it takes steps which lead us towards the staircase of life which is known as old age when we start to rely on the pillars we have built throughout the years and what old aged people are left with are shoulders which they have helped in growing who are their kids and it is duty of kids to make life of their parents as beautiful as they can. Things like old age homes are a concept which I at least don't agree with as if the parents have become old children can help their parents by keeping a helper especially for them in the house only so at least parents would know their life has achieved its meaning. It is a nice topic to write about as it talks about the society in today's world which is missing an understanding of love which is unconditional. (Report) Reply

  • (6/16/2008 9:37:00 PM)


    A well worded poem with good insight on life far sighted perfect...^10^ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 29, 2008


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