Sour Were Those Grapes! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Sour Were Those Grapes!
Target seems to upset me
Double is my goal to be made.
The more I run
The target is running double ahead of me
I just stood watching at it
Breathing heavily on the way
Just thinking and wondering
What I should do
Can't find a way..
There is no short cut
Only long cut
But time left is limited.
It seems those grapes are sour to touch,
And keep my heart cooling.
Any way
Make a final run and see
If I reach, I can tell
Grapes were wonderful..
Else
I can tell,
I just gave up,
As I felt from far,
Those weren't better for me.
Still I can laugh at myself
And tell
I was just near my goal.
What's harm in it
If my hands couldn't reach it
As they were too far and never meant for me...
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© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
This one is really wonderful, Geetha.Your narrative technique is neat and touches the heart!
Geetha, the way you accept victory and defeat is just enviable! You don; t care even if you fail to reach the target! What harm is there in trying! This should be our attitude to life!
sometimes targets are hard to reach. but we must keep on trying. nice work
A great poem, we can only be as good as we are, our best should be enough.
Chance is before us; to do to our best our duty.Rest is to God.Karmaney vadhikarasthe /Ma bhaleshu kathachana: (do our duty; rest leave to God.so says Lord Krishna to Arjuna, My poem Ode to Rioters is the one I have submitted to International competition of this site.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:25:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
story of fox if unreach its sour we must try and try and never give up but sour of grapes I dont like a fools call the fox thank you