I knew her right back when
I first opened my tiny eyes
inside the nursing home room
that was filled with my first cries
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Funny, you hold hands with life and I with death.... Life is the lover of all, But Death, heartless Death, has room for only a few.... And so I loved him dearly instead....
You are MY LIFE! You are MINE! ' I said in all jubilation, as I took full charge of what was always rightfully mine....Great Write..........may your affair last for a life time.............
i had to read the poem twice..first i thought it was between the mother and the life she has given birth to..in the second last para you had mentioned something like i could be the only one for her which did not suit my interpretation..after readiing the note i read the poem again to know it was the love between the life and body...ther was good flow in the poem...i could read it twice even though it was lengthy
The confidence in your style and charm of expression is remarkable and exhilarating. Thanks for sharing.....arya.
Life as lover and Death as heartless foe; One welcoming all and other a chosen few, are but perceptions of time's flow, for each life is but mortal, ending one day just as surely as it starts. Until we have technologies to reverse existence's damaging, Techniques and methods of treatments called anti-ageing. Tis' best to enjoy our moments in the sun, Splendid chances to experience and live, Try it, trust me it's so much fun!