This poem was written by my son when he was in XII Std Life is filled with sorow and joy Does not matter if you are agirl or a boy Even if you have money and power There is always a person compared to whom u are lower You struggle and struggle to more money make But u forget that its your life at stake In the end when you achieve your goal and happiness cry A bell rings to tell you that its your turn to die You realise your struggle was nothing but a waste For you could not even give your success a little taste You die with a heart which is broken to pieces And all your success goes to your nephews and nieces So my friends you shoud earn only to feed your hunger Not to become richer and make the poor poorer We shoud remember that our brethren dont even get necessities While we dwell in comforts and luxuries
hello Viji Nice wordings. has he stopped writting now and in which class is he now...... Encourage him to write and congrats to him for this poem
hi viji, That is a very beautiful poem. Though I know from your other posts that he is now very busy, ask him to write more, as it could be fulfilling to him.
Dear Aruna Thanks. Now he is working. He is 30 years old now. He is a Director in a Company. After B.Com he did C..A. Now he has no time to write. viji
Nice philosophy from a 12th standard student!:clap who thinks 'podhum yendra manamae ponn seiyum marundhu', in the last lines. Ask him to write more and let him keep it as a hobby to ease put his tensions. sriniketan