Please Turn Over - A poetic journey through the phases of life.

Please Turn Over - A poetic journey through the phases of life.

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This book takes you to a journey through all the beautiful chapters of life with a bunch full of poetries. Life comes with different phases. Right from infancy to teenage and then adulthood and finally we reach a stage where we witness new trends replacing older ones and thus slowly with time and aging we finally happen to sag and are more frail. Then comes the day when we breathe for the last time and thus leave this world behind, unannounced. DISCLAIMER : This is a work of nonfiction. No names have been changed, no characters invented, no events fabricated. Images used in this book are not owned by the author/poetess.
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This is my second story book of poetry after publishing Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella - with a new title and have a new outlook. Now modernization of humanity is found nakedly in every aspect of life. Divine law doesn't follow today. Rather we disobey whimsically, arrogantly, intentionally without pondering over its side effects and destructive result. Effortless effort, coreless relation do raise its ugly head like a poisonous snake. The words like filial piety, cordiality, fraternity, honesty, modesty do not get entry into our so called modern lexicon. Man's faith is being stampeded on foot, hope sinks into dispair, promise is broken, innocuous peace cut into pieces. Hanky-panky, desultory atmosphere forced us to go back to the Days of Ignorance. Hopelessly we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella.

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