White Life Poem by M. Asim Nehal

White Life

Rating: 5.0


The black hands of death,
cannot hold the white thread of life.
The blowing wind will not pave way to snatch the memories.
The rising waves will never allow to immerse the footprints.
And the mountains will hold high to my spirit.
The clouds will carry these thoughts all across the world
And they will shower it time and again.
And I will emerge by becoming a rainbow sometimes.
Perhaps, those black hands will never catch the silver lines again.

Sunday, December 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: lessons of life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajan Trajan Renganathan 20 December 2021

Life is the biggest teacher. We all learn.

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David Wood 20 December 2021

We all carry the lessons of life with us, some are heavy, some are light.

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Mamta S 20 December 2021

Crafty poem on life and it's journey.5 Stars

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Dr Dillip K Swain 19 December 2021

A colourful poem my friend! I will emerge as a rainbow! Moreover, this poem can be viewed in three dimensions...5 stars

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