The Saga Of Life Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
The Saga Of Life
When we come we scarce know life is a play,
Nor know to act and improvise ahead,
And play our parts as ordained and scripted,
Coming and going the exiting way.
We then know that curtain would one day fall,
And figure out, we must our applause earn,
We must our parts well learn, learn and unlearn,
Our act still no claps earns ere curtains call.
And we return with baggage of the past—
That how we wish we can somewhere offload,
We know this cannot go on nor would last,
But we carry on, on a beaten road.
Poor Him had hoped we would try and go far,
And some that did twinkle today as star!
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- Sonnets | 03.09.07 |
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5/4/2024 2:13:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem sir! Sir please find time to visit my counter comments to some poet on his remarks on the poem of a poet whose work is selected as Poem of the Day today!
contd. I will give two instances. In one of my poems I had used the word sleeper for footwear, instead of slippers. That poem was vastly read and commented, but no one drew my attention, until one reader pointed it out. I am grateful to him. In another recent one I used the word reek in place of wreak, and corrected it when someone pointed it out to me.
Thank you for finding this poem 'wonderful'. I've already seen his and your comments. Your point is valid. One should not comment as if he is an expert. Yet, genuine comments are fine, at least with me.