The man when he fell in a manhole
To rescue him came not a kind soul
He cried himself hoarse for attention
If someone came gave him ascension
Help me help me he cried mad and wild
None came to stop no adult no child
Hours were gone the day turned a blur
Falling light told him night was not far
Despair ate him killing his hope
Wouldn’t come a hand holding a rope
When he was giving up on aid or redress
Shadowing his sky there appeared a face
The silhouette told him had come an angel
To fly him on wings raise him from the well
His hopes rekindled here was a kind soul
To end his plight lift him from the hole
From up the manhole spoke a deep voice
Being in this mess was purely your choice
Your own carelessness has brought you ill luck
What was the need to take a hurried walk?
Profound wisdom within these words. We all make choices like this at times. It is our human nature to think we are right, until we realize that we made a mistake and then want to be rescued from our decision. Liked this poem a lot. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
a lot to ponder! and the poem is written with the good messages. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last thing we need to hear is reprimand when we've fallen into a hole and don't know how to get out. Good poem, Pradip.