Reuel International Poetry Prize Winner
Life is like a crowd of sorrows
and a handful of happiness,
The garden of grief and the garden of glee
are watered by the same Gardener,
The vagaries of life even at odd hours,
The binaries of odd and even;
So –
I begin to smell as I breathe,
I begin to feel as I touch,
I begin to care as I caress,
I begin to ponder as I think;
Then –
I begin to decay as I die;
© Sabah
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Sir, I really like this poem, too good!
Thank you so much dear. Best wishes always ?
Sir,
This poem is thought provoking one and is very influential.
Thank you so much dear. Best wishes always 🙂