Dad, like what you said
I tried to grow with perfection
Like a tree grows to bear a ripe fruit
Like a yogi's contemplation
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I especially liked the last stanza. Luck smiles only rare, and many desires remain unachieved. If not how will life carry on? A desireless man gets nirvana. Fabulous, as I said before.
God's grace fives us grace and life becomes and good fruit. Life becomes fruit like feature of righteousness by his grace like and aging is also bless. Growing with perfection is very nice. Dad has definitely said the right thing. An excellent poem is very well penned.10
Good or bad and short or long Luck and age are like strangers Unknown to each other like Day and night juxtaposed yet unmet Beautiful lines. Liked the most. Well crafted poem Indira. 'Matha Pitha Guru Daivam'. Parents are godlike 10+
Parents' words keep echoing in our mind especially as we grow old. We all wish to attain perfection, but it is a an unattainable goal. However the very effort is rewarding and highly commendable. A beautiful poem, Indira madam!
Dear Indira Madam, First of all, wishing you a great year ahead, full of God's grace. A fine poem. Like you, i too remember the wise words of my Dad. So does Aniruddha ji. Remain blessed always........10
What a fabulous piece of poem! You are almost my age if slightly younger, but like me you still remember dear father, and what he said.
Typo..please read gives instead of fives.