Tremulous cry
making the house dance
on one leg for a slate
to write ages on it.
Brought a slate,
kept it empty
and started crying
for a slate pencil.
The another whim comes
where he toddles
to write A B C to X Y Z.
And counted numbers from
1 to 1 and 3 to 3.
But the slate wrote
the numbers till 16,
where he rubbed and wrote,
Mahatma Gandhi said,
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow;
Learn as if you were to live forever."
But the slate wrote
a love story
which will die tomorrow
and will live forever
and wrote till the number 30
where he wrote,
'Success is not final;
failure is not fatal'
But the slate wrote
a success which
was not final and
the failure was not fatal
and wrote it till the number 60,
where he wrote
'Retirement is not
the end of the road
rather it's the beginning
of a open highway
to end it beautifully.'
But the slate wrote death
is not the greatest loss in life,
till the age of 80,
where he wrote,
'The road is near to end
and I need to prepare
myself to leave this journey.'
And finally the slate wrote
that the journey is over,
where he wrote,
'I had a trust on life
and hence it gave me
a sweet salvation.'
The story began on the slate by writing
and ended on the slate by writing.
~Ashu.
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PoesíaWelcome, everybody! I'm new here. Thus, I'm trying to start writing from small to achieve big one day. So, here I begin with some poetic spices for you to enjoy its taste. This is a collection of poems on various topics. Choose to read one that yo...
