I made it to top.
I made it to bottom.
Like flying a kite!
But....
The control was in my hand.
Which....
Made me winner.
Made me looser.
When ever I wanted it.
What ever I wanted it.
I did it right!
So no regrets for either of them!
As both winning and loosing was part of my Life!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
As long as the control is in your hands, you can either ascend higher or come to the foot as you will! No regrets! ! Succinct and powerful write!
Harindhar Reddy(10/9/2013 4: 19: 00 AM) Truly awesome write. good analogy drawn AND SWEET words used. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wining or loosing is not important. It's the way that controls the game of of life. Walking on a beautiful way is itself a joy.