Poem65.A 'Coma' In Life.

A 'Coma' In  Life.

Looking out through eyes,
hearing all with ears,
smelling with the nose
skin the touching sense..

Why and why they stop
really stop their step
when happens the 'death'
phenomena of earth.

implanted if immediate
why do they resume
transplantation we call
but rebirth so magical.

The "I"  when out peeping
through lenses natural
that feeling of seeing
just happens to the mortal..

This body, a rented home
changing on its own
when "I" think of transfer
'the end' ,we do loud yell .

Death ,not a full stop
just, a 'coma' in  life.
Wonder, when fullstop
how and what that  be..

Thanks for honouring me  with the Perfect poet award for Thursday Poet's Rally week 44...
I am nominating  Olivia for the same next week.
Thank you Jingle and all out there who  works for jingle poetry....
Also all the people who read my blog and leave comments---dears you are my motivation to go ahead...
Thanks to all of you...................


Poem64.Going with the wind

Going with the wind

Going with the wind
without struggling
moving to south north
so weightless high flying..

Wind storms or breeze
adjusting to their speed
never tried against,
so much loyal or weak?

Roaming so wide  far
through jungles and desserts
cities ,towns ,villages
have seen many types of lifes .

Then why that smile not light
my face ,like a full  moon.
Why not I can spread
happiness on move?