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Ruskin Bond Poem: All is Life

Just like his stories and novels, Ruskin’s poems, too, are simple and engrossing. As we all know that Ruskin Bond epitomizes children’s books in India, and we have been reading his stories since early days. Well, did you ever try reading poems and verses written by him? Probably no, because publishing houses take no interest in publishing poem books. For them publishing is a business, well our hero Ruskin writes poem for fun and children.


We have brought forward some of his best poems – they are for all ages, alike.  This poem underlines, in short, the value of life. We must live up to it by appreciating everything that we have till death comes. We must appreciate the Mother Nature and take note of the children passing by us.

Whether by accident or design,
We are here.
Let’s make the most of it, my friend.
Make happiness our pursuit,
Spread a little sunshine here and there.
Enjoy the flowers, the breeze,
Rivers, sea, and, sky,
Mountains and tall waving trees.
Greet the children passing by,
Talk to the old folk. Be kind, my friend.
Hold on, in times of pain and strife:
Until death comes, all is life.

By Ruskin Bond

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