A child will not learn to walk if mobility is not a promise of freedom.
I would never work for money, if it did not promise a lifestyle.
Calendars are created with an expiry date, to give way to the next.
A digit changes to promise continuity of the past, while announcing a new venture.
I now bid goodbye to all that's dear, familiar life - journey to death promise of an afterlife makes it so easy to die
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So true, so true. Beautiful, brilliant poem, Reena. Best wishes for 2022.
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Thank you! Wishing you a very Happy New Year!
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I agree with Sadje, practical and poignant but also quite profound. Thank you for joining in!
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Thank you so much!
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A practical and poignant poem Reena
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Thank you, Sadje!
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