Birthday Poem by Gunde Narsing Rao

Birthday



If Celebrates all the day they born
Yet scarce known why they are on
Even they posses uncounted money
Mind strives for a companion honey
Though is poor however may reason
Gives a treasure of love and a passion
The life which indeed lives for a love
A temple of pure souls divinely dove
What's purpose flowers bloom as buds?
To glow divine to worship or her heads
Why precious pearl origin in a deep sea?
To shine over majesty's beauty at plea
Everybody to realize their life's motto
Live not only thy self but for others to
However he or she remain in life torn
Be immortal in history even after gone.





Gunde Narsing Rao


17th January 2015,15: 30
EFL University

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Birthday

Everybody has life. Even the right to live. But right also brings obligations to considers others rights too. If some living on their own and customs is not at all concern but is the perceived outlook towards others and their lives. Living for thyself doesn't mean at the cost of others precious lives. Nobody carve out their livelihood at the cost of others lives. Instead sharing others beliefs, attitudes, cultures and languages gives more elaborative span of life and civilization. Some new thing into the venerating old, for example China/Japan, energizes the existing yet makes cope-up with the future shortcomings than sitting on retrospective and keep diminishing until the abyss of failure and insult even by a small child. Coping up with the existing challenges and preparing for the future is what makes one a true gentlemen and even a diehard statesman for any country. Living is first and foremost and ideology and politics secondary that to contribute to the country to sustain as it is being handed by predecessors and to hand-over the same to new generations without torning into pieces for unyielding or scrupulous, lazy ideologies and their politics. Everybody's life has, even shall, have a purpose to life for a good cause that makes you live and shines your country at the world stage in a good and meaningful way rather than degenerating into chaos of vacuum costing thyself and innocent countless lives without any purpose. Dying is not a purpose, if somebody dies that ends for themselves yielding nothing, yet living and struggle for a purpose that people hails and not indulging them into conflicts and bloodshed is a meaning of life and a purpose for other to cherish, remember and marked by a page in the history. Create history of production not of demolition. As Winston Churchill says history always written and remembered by the winners. As Budha says A true Victory is without bloodshed and violence, and true life is sacrifice and living for others.



On My Birthday



Gunde Narsing Rao
31st January 2015,12: 30 pm
EFL University Library
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