s.zaynab kamoonpuri

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Thoughts On Turning 30 - Poem by s.zaynab kamoonpuri

They wish me 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'
or even 'many happy returns of the day'.
My folks send me gifts and greeting
congratulating me
on a life that's fleeting?
A birthday complete with cakes in the color of my choice
Granted that birthdays are a celebration for to rejoice
Yet I can act pessimistic on this
To see the hour-glass of life half empty
rather than half full.
For I can vision each birthday
as a step closer to old age
A step closer to dreaded death
It's hard to look forward to going gaga or decrepit
when smooth skin would become crumpled, wrinkled
The age of doddering limbs half in the grave
Thus in one aspect each birthday to me
is a step closer to the end of a lifetime
A step closer to the unwanted guest - senility
That reverting to child-like debility
The dwindling of all agility
So I've mixed feelings about celebrating
the nearing of the time when
we'd play back 'em' flash-backs
and in the mind re-live our life tracks
when everything would trickle down to mere memories
with ample time to linger upon life's souvenirs
When we would merely walk down memory lane

So to see it this way
A birthday is a step forward
but towards thy graveyard
The road might be longer
or unfortunately
end abruptly
in a short cut
to heaven or to hell
bard or no bard!

Yet despite knowing all this, I'm always happy come my birthdays
Contented and spirited, flying around chattering like pretty jays

Topic(s) of this poem: birthday

Form: Eclogue


Comments about Thoughts On Turning 30 by s.zaynab kamoonpuri

  • Soulful Heart (1/18/2017 3:45:00 AM)

    dwindling youth
    as u said pessimistic yet true.....but life goes on in d next generation of ur blood.....so a part of u lives in them......a wonderful retrospective poem.... (Report) Reply

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  • (1/16/2017 4:25:00 PM)


    Dear Young Poetess, you almost succeeded in making me depressed because next month I turn 65! That's pretty darn good considering that I was supposed to have died when I was 14 months old. As the years went by, I became more and more grateful for having lived yet another year. So grateful that I began holding public celebrations of life. The next one is a huge one with even a live band. By the way, a celebration of life shouldn't be held for the deceased, but rather, the living. And for the deceased, there should be a way to honor their memory. And the celebration should be renamed, so as to avoid confusion. Any suggestions?
    That being said, you've written another winner worthy of the big 10.
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    S.zaynab Kamoonpuri S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (1/18/2017 12:38:00 AM)

    Hi Richard, I didn't see your comment until today. Wait I will edit this poem into my latest edited version then see if u feel better about it. And don't yah worry,60 is the new 40 they say. Great to read about yor life celebration.

  • (3/2/2016 7:21:00 AM)


    With age comes wisdom and appreciation of life. Yes, you can definitely see it that way, but I prefer not to. Cherish each day as if it is your last. There are many a song about that one! I am 51 and I can definitely relate to how you are feeling but luckily I never felt that way at 30! Sometimes fear gets the best of us and we have to shield ourselves as if it is the enemy. There will always be different ways to look at things! thank you for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Wes Vogler (3/2/2016 2:30:00 AM)


    So girl. I know not what they call you. S for Shayna? Zaynub? I would like you to print out a copy of this poem and when you are fifty and then sixty and then again closer to my age of eighty five, . read it and have a good laugh.
    I wish you joy and prosperity and a single lasting love of at least one other person. Our sixty-second wedding anniversary is coming up in May. Our children and grand children consider us their pillar of strength. This makes the long
    journey from day to day worthwhile.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/3/2015 4:11:00 AM)


    Death can't capture soul. Soul has to take another body for another birth. A beautiful poem so nicely depicted. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (1/19/2015 11:24:00 AM)


    What an irony? A moment of celebration can also turn out to be a moment of sadness or a moment of battered state of mind. The following lines are more than sufficient to explain: Thus each birthday to me / is a step closer to the end of a lifetime. (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (9/7/2014 7:11:00 AM)


    yes i thought of that too..when counting years would make me see half empty hour-glass...and had not been satisfied with what i have become, then...i really should be worried.
    I like you poem..it is a reflection of one's life on birthdays.
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  • (5/24/2013 5:48:00 AM)


    Don't worry Z. - if 30 is difficult 40 is much worse - you finally have to say farewell my youth. But strangely enough from 50 it just gets better. And in the 60s (as I am) joy and sadness, age and youth, stupidity and wisdom become one. And love is sweeter than ever it was in all those youthful confusions.
    A message from an almost senile friend!
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  • Shahzia Batool (5/5/2013 11:34:00 PM)


    a natural thought which comes to everyone especially to those as well who keep the positive thinking...as a poem it bears many beautiful lines! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Colin Bradley (3/19/2013 2:47:00 AM)


    A sad thought of life Zaynub you'll get more beautifull with each birthday like wine your beauty will shine with age (Report) Reply

  • Colin Bradley (3/19/2013 2:46:00 AM)


    A sad thought of life Zaynub you'll get more beautifull with each birthday like wine your beauty will shine with age (Report) Reply

  • (1/23/2013 5:28:00 PM)


    I think we all go through a 'faze' when death seems to be beckoning at every step, birthdays, perhaps especially. I remember going through it and also my sons going through it but then one day you realise that the thought no longer preoccupies you and you walk a lighter path. Of course it's always somewhere in the back of our minds but if we let it overcome us then we don't really live and life must be lived. (Report) Reply

  • (12/30/2012 1:50:00 PM)


    Negativity resulting from morbid but realistic thought though generally not many people will view birthdays as such.Fine expression. (Report) Reply

  • Waseem A Malla (12/22/2012 1:21:00 AM)


    thats what each birthday is about... A year closer to death.. Or every breath is a breath closer to death.. (Report) Reply

  • Darkangel Flyfree (12/17/2012 4:05:00 PM)


    Cool write! I just turned 30 and still wishing I was back in my 20's! Lol (Report) Reply

  • Lasoaphia Quxazs (12/9/2012 12:54:00 PM)


    Old age? Tell me. However, you did not read many of my messages. You should be proud that at 30 you are still well and alive (many is not) , anyway we MUST love ourselves, because if we do not, the body will really suffer. I thought about this too when I was younger, but now I see, that only those dies who cannot learn anymore, wrinkles, yes, nobody can stop that, but as you grow older you grow wiser and stronger in the faith (if you choose that) . Anyway we Must find peace within our soul, because nobody can give us happiness no matter how old we are. We can choose life or be destroyed. Which one do you choose? (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2012 2:22:00 AM)


    Hi Zaynub,
    I find this to be an interesting read. Just remember that life comes in stages. And if you can learn to be true to each stage -old age, then, would take care of itself. Cheers!
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  • (11/17/2012 7:35:00 AM)


    Nice poem but only 30? Wouldn't worry too much about death. See you there. But as i said, nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (11/8/2012 6:48:00 AM)


    Death is just a state of mind. It doesn't exist. Life on the other hand exists all around you, simple enjoy it. (Report) Reply

  • (11/6/2012 8:43:00 PM)


    S. i turned thirty twice.. it can be nice so smile and take it on the chin...then grin....and live, love and enjoy all the spice life has to offer. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 18, 2017


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