one, two, three
soon be thirty three
then forty three,
and sixty three
finally downwards
one two three
just that, there you lay
nothing in hand
a simple, white cloth
and a silent you
that moment so true
is so near, so far
depends what you do
tomorrow and day after
live and laughter
love and laughter
angel, or demon
ordinary human
baron grand trade
intellect high grade
courage or afraid
fighting on bread
master or a maid
good or really bad
it is upto you
whatever you do
pulse! still pulsating
stairs! are waiting
Love you.
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That feeling is so mutual 😃 thank you for your extreme kindness!
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Amazing.
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Many thanks!
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👏👏Bravo my friend.You are an artiste☺
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Many thanks for your generous applause for my most humble post!
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climb up or roll down
steady your elevation
balance your posture
you don’t want fractures
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Many thanks for your kind contribution!
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Stood at the bottom
Or stood at the top
We are all the same
Take your chance or not
I really loved your concept, thank you for sharing 😊
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Thank you so much Peter for the wise words and kind appreciation 😃
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Excellent!
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Thank you so much!
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really amazing….
you put ur ideas so well !!
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Thank you for appreciating my humble work Neha 🙂
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We can’t escape those stairs I just hope I have thrill of a ride before I get there!
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I love this, picture and words. Wondering where they go…such a story here.
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I have a question. Whenever I see your recently published posts, I’ll see they were published within the past hour and you’ll already have over 200 likes and a bunch of comments. What’s your secret? (Asking for a friend)
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Phil 🙂
Thank you so much for your query, actually there is no secret, I have more than 700 poems, photo gallery on this blog and people continuously add me so I repost the old blogpost which carries forward the old likes etc. This way new adds can enjoy these posts which are mostly timeless in nature.
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Aaah, thank you!
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I love the relentless quality of the poem- like a moving escalator. Not one to read if feeling depressed about ageing though!
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