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Fragile lives

Even the ferocious perish one day
leaving behind bones and clay

Ensconced within a tough exterior
we are, but, fragile lives
eager to bequeath a lasting memoir

Why, then, do we overlook the right,
 lusting after power, position, might?

Let’s practice a life of grace,
despite experiencing 
undesirable snags we must brace

Rather than surrendering without a choice,
Let’s exit quietly with poise


Linking it to day 3 at Bar-A-Thon
Theme prompt: Fragile lives


  1. Brilliantly written... I loved the way you ended it with that beautiful message.

    1. Thanks a lot for your encouraging words, Rajlakshmi!

  2. Uma I haven't read your poetry before, didn't know you were into it but this was beautiful. I loved the thought.

    1. I do come up with some lines once a while, Tulika. Glad you liked it :-)

  3. I so loved it. Beautifully written. I especially love poems that rhyme. Childhood fascination! ��

    1. Thanks a lot, Shalini. So glad to know you liked it :-)

  4. Wow! Wonderful poem. Loved the rhyming and matter :)

    1. Thanks a lot, for reading and appreciating, Saumy!

  5. So true what you have said through your poem. The power, the lust, the ego all shall get wiped out getting assimilated with the 5 elements of nature.

    1. Thank you, Anamika, for reading :-)

  6. We all have so much ego - if only we realized that the poorest man and the richest person both have to exit the world and be reduced to ashes and dust, we'd live our lives more humbly! Lovely words!

    1. Yes, need to tame that ego. Thanks, Divya!


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