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Somanathan Iyer


Concepts 20


Prolonged prayers procedural rituals
ridiculed by many who claim a clean heart
by remaining captives of desires and hatred
knowing not that a clean heart treats all lives alike

Agitated minds hardly see any rationale behind any reason
Pushed by emotions tend to make decisions that are detrimental
Better to leave un-conducive places and hostile minds
which are provocative thereby avoiding things to be regretted later

However important or popular the person may be
Identity by name possible only till the person is alive
Once the life departs the person is referred as mere corpse
Naked is this truth needless to display any egoism by hurting others

Life is a teacher that teaches the lessons to live
Life is a test where the failures increase our zest
Life is a circle where the challenges find no end
Life is a puzzle starting from drizzle chokes us to struggle

Winning or losing is a part of game in life
Efforts coupled with luck and mindset forms the base
Not the real winners are those who never fail
But those who never quit despite hurdles and defeats

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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