One Liners 141-150 (Musings) Poem by Indira Renganathan
One Liners 141-150 (Musings)
141.Beauty has an inner colour that reflects outer through the eyes on one's face
142.All that glitters is not gold...so too the farther stars
143.Sun is a god-star close to our heart.So He doesn't winkle at us like other stars
144.Sleep can talk, walk and dream...sleep is wakeful in its own domain
145.Fate throws challenges one by one...how we face and cross is the game of life
146.'Love you" said a good butterfly..'already gang-raped stupid, I'm wilting now'said the flower
147.Love thinks it's divine..life says 'beware'
148.Man always wants to be identified...'how? ' is the valid question
149.Who can sing the song of the sea? ..Conch
150.Breath sings..heart percusses..audience ears listen..nature's body concerto
Lovely single liners indeed, all, but 147,148, and 149 stand out.
Brilliant and wonderful musings, Indira.. Thoughts that convey word of wisdom. I was smiling while I was reading Line 146. Well thought and conveyed write. Onto my Poem List. I want to take this opportunity to thank you for all your wonderful comments on my poems. You gave me inspiration. God bless always.
Nice one liners is presented here. I like most the Liner No.142,145 and 146. Among these lines the 146th line i, e..'Love you" said a good butterfly..'already gang-raped stupid, I'm wilting now'said the flower... is meaningful. Beautiful poem is shared by you. Thank you dear Indira madam.10
144.Sleep can talk, walk and dream...sleep is wakeful in its own domain/// the sleep and yes beautiful though of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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All lines are really good! But of all, I love 145,146 and 150! Indeed life is full of trials.... but how we face them matters more. The flower's angry tirade to the butterfly is so natural. She is already gang raped and she cannot tolerate it anymore. She is on the point of a collapse! Brilliant!