We are placed on horses, red, blue and green
The merriment is all there, lustre and sheen.
Round it goes; one, two, three and four
Blazing past as we move; faces, places and more.
We laugh, we cry, we want it to last for eternity
But with each passing round, we approach the reality.
It ends slowly, taking us back to where we belong
Time ticks, we never crave to hear the final gong.
And, we get down. The carousel of life
Concocts love, discord, merriment and strife.
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Lovely I can picture the merry go round moving as I read your beautiful words.
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It’s a lovely poem but a bit sad too. Our Carousel ride must come to an end eventually.
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True, it ends, evidently….
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What a great metaphor for life!
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Thank you… 🙂
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The circle of life, and what a ride it is! Beautiful metaphor, Mani — like a carousel, life also has its ups and downs. It’s also fascinating to note that the Grim Reaper rides a pale horse. You’ve captured the essence of life and death in your amazing words! 🎠 🎠 🎠
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Yes, the Grim Reaper’s horse!!…that could be the inspiration for a poem…:-D Thanks, Rose… ❤ ❤
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❤ My pleasure, dear friend. ❤
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Very true, very true indeed. Compliments for the perfect assertion via the poem.
Jitendra Mathur
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Thank you…:-)
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Excellent analogy on life Maniparna – very clever. Nice new profile pic too 🙂
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Thanks so much, Andy…:-)
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beautiful poem…the stark reality of life, so clearly brought out..
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Thank you… 🙂
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My pleasure..ma’am
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Astounding imagination portrayed here. Mani 😃
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Glad you liked, Asha… 🙂
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The carousel of life, beautifully worded. Life is what we make out of it but granted, some people do not have a voice. Money buys one comfort and a lifestyle however reasonably good health (as best as I can manage it) and inner peace are things I hold dear. Inner peace is something that money cannot always buy.
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True, at the end of the day, it’s inner peace that matters… 🙂 Thanks so much for dropping by….
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A very good metaphor
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Thanks, Derrick… 🙂
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Starts with the simple joy of the carousel ride, gradually building up the crescendo with such a profound message. Brilliant!
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Thanks, Radhika…glad you liked this metaphorical interpretation of life… 🙂
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Absolutely !!
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🙂 …
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This is so true. Beautifully penned, I am glad to have stumbled upon your blog today and I am looking forward to read your posts in the near future. Cheers! :
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Thanks a lot, I would be glad to know your name… 🙂
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Wow what a great analogy of Life Maniparna.. Yes around and around we go in the cycles of life wonderfully written my friend.. Wishing you a beautiful Sunday and New week ahead xxx Love Sue xx
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Thanks so much, Sue…for the inspiring comment. Wish you a great week ahead as well.. ❤ Stay happy… 🙂
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You too 🙂 ❤
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The carousel as a metaphor for life is a brilliant idea. Loved the poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Somali… 🙂
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The centrifugal and the centripetal forces that synchronize with life!
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Indeed. Very well said! … 🙂
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