On a sultry day, walking on the roadside,
Someone gently tapped on my backside.
Turned, saw my best friend, with a broad smile.
Oh, where had you been all this while?
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When we´ve forgotten how to laugh, it is time to retreat and reflect our situation. Very good!
dear mamtaji, we are all living tombs..... where to run away and lead a peaceful life?
A true story of one and all of us How many of us... How many times... Would have written our own... Epitaph 'Brief literary piece commemorating... A dead piece of life' But we are all like that of - Phoenix Lifes.. great gift.... To rise renewed from the ashes. NOW AND AGAIN.
The last stanza is brilliant Mamta....you give the reader real food for thought...10+++
R E F L E C T I V E! ! ! ---> ...............AMMMmmmmmazing rhyme and rhythm! ..........................beautiful signfiers catched the signifieds .....................................touched the reader the glowing wording! ..................................................ALLTOGETHERWOWWOWWOW! 10000000+
the concluding lines says a lot mam...a lovely casual poem...10
masterful.... mamta ji u pick up the mundane...views out a whizzing train....embelish with hina...gota kinaree(URDU) and make em special beyond recognotion very well written pleased and wiser... cheers and ten
She took a long breath and said, must admit Was losing my sense of humour, bit by bit. Would you believe, had written my own epitaph: 'Here lies one, who sought to make the world laugh.' --------- Great beautiful composition dear.................rhymes and rhythm well placed....10/10
The concluding lines, mamta, give new dimensions to your poem and add an unmeasurable value to it.....thanks for sharing.....
glad to go through your precious piece/hope to read more