Don’t you think it’s unfair of
Life to come without a warranty card
So that we’d know when it expires,
When we end, and we can groom
Ourselves differently at every
Step, shape ourselves better every
Minute and be ready for the hailstorm
That runs down and freezes the hands
Of our clock, if only we knew when
We’d start to rust, maybe we’d start
To wipe off the dust, and for once
Put our needs first, right each wrong
We’ve done, undo each error we’ve
Made, let all the unsaid words just
Flow, and all the hidden thoughts
Just glow, if only, life played fair
And came with a Warranty card.
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TheOpenWindow 
Always wondered this, what if we knew how long we each had on this Earth? What things would we do differently, how would we divide our time? 🙂
We would have everything mapped out. Things would have been so different.
This is life I think so.
The only thing certain in life is its uncertainty.
True, very true.
Agreed!
Indeed!
Couldn’t agree more however, to read the fine print would probably take more than a lifetime!
Haha. Now I couldn’t agree more!
Very thoughtful and reflective. Reminds me of Gandhi’s famous quote, “Live as if you are dying tomorrow. Learn as if you are going to live forever.” Thank you.
This fits so aptly. Thank you!
Oh how very true!
Thank you!
I’m at the stage that I don’t want to know my end. I’m certain of an ending and most of all want to live with gratitude every day.
Isn’t everyone certain it’s going to end the same way?
You’re right. I just wasn’t so aware before, 🙂
Oh my!
What a beautiful, reflective, splendorous reminder!
Fabulously done, Poet!
The word is LIVE!
Thank you so, so much!
Thank you!
Saturday greetings, Shreyarvj!
You are most welcome, Poet! Keep making your pen or PC sing!
You too, yay!
This is SO beautiful!! A really unique theme. Loved it.
Another thought that came to my mind is, if we knew when is it that we are going to die, I think it would somehow lower our spirits. We’d think: “Whatever I do, how’s it going to matter? I’m going to die anyway.”
I think it’s best that the time of our death is unknown, for rather than making us live life to the fullest it will only make us feel vain.
This is just another thought that came to my mind. 🙂
I get your point, I totally do. But then, a little warning would be appreciated from the other end, it is so sudden, so unpredictable amd abrupt, that more than half of the time you wonder “what just happened” instead of “this really has happened!”
Also, someone close to me had lost someone extremely close to her, so I wrote this poem so that she could vent out her anger a little here.
But hey, I completely agree with what you said. No doubt about that.
Oh yeah, I know what you mean. It’s so nice of you to make a poem for her. 🙂 I hope it made her feel atleast marginally better.
Thank you. And yes, it definitely warmed her up to some extent. 🙂
People with warranty cards. Such an unsullied notion of death.
But imagine a mother who learns through a warranty card that son would die at the age of 27 and she – the one who gave birth and nurtured him would have to bury him before her time?
How about a father who gets his warranty card that says, that says he would die leaving behind a young wife and two little babies?
You have a beautiful way with words. They seem to meld into beautiful forms. The finality of death is very harsh which makes romaniticising mortality a very tricky subject.
But what if that little warning gives her a change to right all the regrets she would have had had it been the other way round?
There is absolutely no arguing with that.
I love this! May we be rewarded for the good things we do!
Thank you!
If we knew when we would die,the only thing we’d indulge ourselves in would be in counting our days left on Earth.
Indeed.
if we had warranty cards, life would be played safe. no risks taken; we will over-think all of our moves.
for somehow we won’t enjoy it.
Or maybe we’d know when are we going to die, so we’ll enjoy everything before we know we can’t?
That’s why I love you Shreya.
This is absolutely amazing c:
Aww, man. Thank you! 🙂
Love this! Thank you for liking my poem, “Perfection.”
Thank you!