Kranthi Pothineni


Old Poet - Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

My time is rhyming away
In these rhymes of my lays
Into a deep silence theme
With no music of forever's
Of my heart or of my soul

In this times of wrinkles
I rest in rich sweet silence
On my old long white hair
With no cry of rolling tears
That had grown old with me

In these folds on my face
Many songs are folded in
To rest in peace with me
With no sign of their ashes
Even to unfold in my rhymes

In trembling hands of mine
Words are dancing in eyes
To fly away from the sight
Of my golden white bread
That rules virtue of my rhymes


Comments about Old Poet by Kranthi Pothineni

  • (12/24/2009 8:08:00 PM)


    Blessed be the aged. The older the poet, the sweeter the rhyme; rhymes which shall not grow old with him. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/16/2009 7:38:00 AM)


    Only the physical being grows old, the mind sharpens as time goes by, the heart hardens... becomes smart and confident, learned or soften....the pages written never fades beyond time...great! (Report) Reply

  • (12/15/2009 12:13:00 PM)


    As creative person poets never get old…wrinkled…hands may bar…thoughts and imaginations stay nimble…
    And you’ve portrayed that…
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/15/2009 8:47:00 AM)


    the poem is quite deep and contains figuratives and it is really good... old poets are so skilled and they are important.... very important... (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2009 11:42:00 AM)


    a very good one just loved it. (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2009 7:38:00 AM)


    Old poets mellow like aged wine - waiting for consumption (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2009 5:21:00 AM)


    Indeed this was beautiful
    wonderful job done here.....
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  • (12/13/2009 11:14:00 PM)


    the poet is far away from the effect of aging! Good one! (Report) Reply

  • Rajaram Ramachandran (12/13/2009 7:09:00 PM)


    This reminds me of my present old age. A good attempt. (Report) Reply

  • (12/13/2009 7:05:00 PM)


    like Roses smell no doubt, but a scent of beauty lies....
    in its wonderful design...perfected by time...your
    poem resemblance the perfume of the Heart.... i
    Love it...God bless...a 10 +++++
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  • Louis Rams (12/13/2009 6:48:00 PM)


    old poets never die, they just rhyme on. (Report) Reply

  • (12/13/2009 5:25:00 PM)


    The poet may grow old, but the poetry endures for generations to enjoy.
    Therefore, take no song or poem with you, but share them all. Lovely poem.
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  • (12/13/2009 2:45:00 PM)


    really good, as aways :) you are very talented! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (10) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011


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