Lonely Soul by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Wrinkles on face
Hair turning grey.
How much you care,
Body still slips away.
You may love it the most
But it leaves you one day.
So nothing is yours
The lonely soul says.

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September 20, 2013

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Madhaviji, thank you so much. Pleasure to know that you liked it.

kingshuk
09/23/2013 01:06 AM

A good poem with a striking title.

madhavi
09/21/2013 10:23 AM

Thank you, Rupradhaji..........yes, it's a reality of life. We shouldn't keep any expectations from any one as what seems to be my own will also not be there with me one day!

kingshuk
09/21/2013 01:30 AM

Thank you, Padmaja!

kingshuk
09/20/2013 10:12 AM

so true..amazing!

Rupradha
09/20/2013 10:11 AM

Spot on, Kingshuk! So true! Thanks for sharing this insightful poem.

Padmaja Iyengar
09/20/2013 08:24 AM

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