My destiny is tired.
The slope leads upwards, onwards,
Into clouds and far beyond.
My destiny, like me, walks slowly
Mumbles softly
Remembers ancient rhymes.
My destiny, not knowing why
Hardly realising that every game has it's rules
Has decided to try
Though, tired, and betrayed,
A little bit frayed
Has decided
To carry on, far beyond, with aching feet,
On the winding path, the trees
The boulders and rocks
To avoid the torrent gushing beneath.
Copyright Rani Turton 2008
Life's journey at times can be hard, but always worth following. Beautiful write, I also loved it. Bob
I loved this poem. I love the flow of it and the reality of it. A 10 from me. Regards Ron
the poem ends telling the truth of the hard reality of life...mumbling or no mumbling there is no other way but to keep moving ahead up -slope in life...a brilliant write...thoughtful and thought provoking...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My destiny walks tirelessly on path shown by dharma, forever, in very this life i must exhaust my karmas............. Good write...........