Indira Renganathan

Senility - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Most people fear death
While some embrace it
Those some board death
By their own way to quit

Another kind being senile
Invite and await death
Too frail and fragile
Diseased with no mirth

Senility itself is Hades
Who escorts us to death
Strangling lives to fade
Day by day, breath by breath

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about Senility by Indira Renganathan

  • Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni (10/30/2016 3:04:00 PM)

    Those some board death
    By their own way to quit - it takes brave ones to do so! Thank you for sharing Mam.
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  • (10/30/2016 12:32:00 PM)

    Apologies, I meant Indira. Loved Savita's comments. (Report) Reply

  • (10/30/2016 12:31:00 PM)

    A very moving poem, Savita, written with great understanding. Great choice for poem of the day. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (10/30/2016 9:00:00 AM)

    Suffering of senile, old and sick is something beyond comprehension. It invokes a deep sadness with no solution in sight.. Congratulations and thank you for sharing the poem of such important topic. (Report) Reply

  • (10/30/2016 7:03:00 AM)

    Heartiest Congratulations on the Poet Of The Day as also on the genesis of the feelings about most intriguing topic and it's quest n acceptance. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/30/2016 2:49:00 AM)

    Death chooses no one. The physical and mental infirmity of old age comes to all. It's the second childhood that makes the loved ones sometimes stressful... It teaches us to love our body, soul and spirit to be worthy before God come judgment day... Thanks.. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/30/2016 2:46:00 AM)

    First of all congratulations madam for seeing your poem as the poem of the day. Senility itself is Hades. Death is mysterious but truth. Death may come at any moment. Day by day, breath by breath we have to remember this. Very thoughtful poem you have shared...10 (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/30/2016 2:05:00 AM)

    Life and death
    Death is part of us. Living on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Warren (10/30/2016 1:30:00 AM)

    To loose one's mind is not a good prospect. I think death would come as a relief 10 (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/30/2016 12:35:00 AM)

    In one way people who have lived to suffer this dreadful disease are lucky, because they are not aware. It's the loved ones who suffer through this living death.10

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  • Kim Barney (10/30/2016 12:23:00 AM)

    Senility isn't so bad.
    Those of us who are senile have advantages:
    We can hide our own Easter eggs.
    We can read the same book over and over, never needing to buy a new one.
    And... I forget what the other advantages are.

    Congratulations on poem of the day!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 22, 2016

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