The embryos
Shape into life
Like seeds
Grow into trees.
In the era of survival,
Home sapiens live
With different patterns.
Some like weeds
Consumed diversely,
Some like roots
Spread in strolling directions,
Some like fallen leaves
Make the soil fertile
And some like trunks
That shadow the land.
Vitality is a burden
With loads of work
And no rest.
Mishaps, broken hearts,
Cracked souls.
Pleasant memories,
Joys and cherishes,
All are competing
In the marathon of time.
Moments ripple
Make us cripple.
We try and try
To stand up and fight
Till we die.
(15 - 07 - 09)
WoWwwwwwwww..i just love ittttttttttt..from first word to the last filled by excellent unique wonderful thoughts and images..loved it's end too..check my poem the same race which speak about the life and the time and how we live in haste................excellent..one of m, y favorite...........
Faran, what a thoughtful piece my friend, filled with imagery that projects this great poem to a new level....well crafted bro 10
A marathon well lit with a factual description my Dear poet. We run throughout our lives but still time wins the marathon in the end. Anyhow.....acceptence to what life creates for us and realizing for what we do to life is the only way one can adopt to participate in this marathon between time and life.
Well said. Life has its moments of Glory and moments of unhappiness. The effort we put gives us the satisfaction when we achieve that goal we set.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned... and very true