The Struggle
I have struggled for decades not to sink into
the morass of years, had been holding on to
a branch of the tree of learning, but when
asleep I lost the grip and now see the underside
of its leaves, they are pale and tells me that
learning gives yarning and ambitions for
a wider horizon, but without education, a title
that tells us who we are, we will continue work
as garage hands, or peel potatoes in a café.
It’s easy to let go slip into old age, to forget
and to be forgotten by the world
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no not really i'm just getting older
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Thank you Shreya Mahjan
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With all due respect to going speechless, here's an applause.
Great write.
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quite nice..but off late you have changed your style in poetry..am i right?
your older poems were great..
thses kinda lack teh depth..of those...
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