BS ( / Balasore, Orissa, India)

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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Comments (2)

Although we are in same house there is wall of separation. This separation gives us feeling of remaining so far across the thousands of miles. We observe that time changes very fast. We are busy but we are attentive to draw love to measure the depth of house. Light of love expels the darkness and sparks with tenderness to reduce the separation. When there is love we do not feel hurt. An interesting poem is very well penned is an excellent poem definitely.....10
Really very heart touching