Being, I

Being, I

A Poem by Siddhartha

You don't value what you had sought,
Until you lose it and then you are naught.
Such is the paradox of our lives;
What you but easily got...
You easily forgot.

© 2013 Siddhartha


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A really thought provoking write like a self affirmation, I've learned long ago to cherish what I have when I have it...nicely done, Siddhartha.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Yes, it's the difficult achievements that matter most.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Siddhartha
Siddhartha

Hyderabad, South Asia, India



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An engineer, with a management degree, I am passionate about and fascinated by the arts – literature, movies, music and photography, et al. Creative writing, especially poetry is the raison d&rs.. more..

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A Poem by Siddhartha