Chacko Itticheria Poet I do not know?

Vanishing Gifts

Vanishing Gifts

              
                 The river flowing
                 The wind blowing
                 come back,keep doing
 
                 The time crawling
                 The life flying
                 come back never,vanishing.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 17, 2009 at 10:58 AM What a message Chacko .. glad u liked my Christmas Poem from NJ... hope Carolyn, the contest person, sees it that way also... she did send me a comment about it yesterday as she is also from NJ...

Carol Sunshine Brown October 2, 2009 at 6:07 AM Thank you for posting your splendid poetry that we all may read it Chacko. It was a very enjoyable read for me this morning. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire October 1, 2009 at 2:47 PM Just as the wind and river continue their motion, time does so as well. And although the river and wind exist in perpetuity, the end of an individual's lifetime is finite. Much said in six brief lines, Chacko! Love, Carolyn

James Marshall Goff October 1, 2009 at 2:44 PM love the title! love the flow!... good work! Chacko!... jim

Sara Kendrick October 1, 2009 at 1:43 PM That river of life just keeps going on down to the ocean doesn't it. I like the form in which you presented the idea. Keep writing. Sara