Whipping Poem by Abdul Wahab

Whipping

Rating: 4.9


Race is the name of the game
Along with my horse I enlisted my name
I whipped my horse giving him pain
I had a plan for both of us to win.
He did not know
So fast why he had to go!

Race is the name of the game
My Master enlisted my name
He whips me giving me pain
As if He has a plan to make me win.



What's if somebody gives another name of the game?
It will not change; the game will be the same
We are all the players of the game
What, when, how and why if they claim
If even one starts giving me and my Master a blame
Still we have to suffer and intake the pain
My Master knows better what game we have to win!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Martin O'Neill 07 March 2012

I have never felt able to give responsibility for my life to some idea of deity but I understand some do. I would not wish to be the horse being whipped and beaten for someone else's enjoyment.

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Salema Khatun 07 March 2012

What a poem it is! I like the poem for its quality of being a high notch moral, philosophical piece of masterly crafted an art work. The first paragraph should be taken as a metaphor and not for real situation……..the event or the fact of horse racing has been taken for the purpose of building the structure of the poem only. In another words to defend the first paragraph is that the horse race exits in the virtual world and the poet takes the help of the horse race to make people understand the philosophical points of our lives. The poet may or may support the horse racing……it is up to him…………………… Horse racing, another point, is not ‘’only’’ for the enjoyment of the spectators ……. The racing is for the horse as well as for its master to sustain both of them in the competitive society…. to live with good food and good medicine. Above all, poetry is a craft and an art ……………cent percent is not believing …..……thanks!

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David Gerardino 07 March 2012

So fast why he had to go, like that part, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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Shambhu Dan Mehru 07 March 2012

Good poem, , nicely penned, I like the philosophical touch.

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Vipins Puthooran 11 March 2012

Praise the one who created all these things/ A thoughtful poem! ! !

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Ekaterina M. Polischuk 09 March 2012

you`re one of my favorite philosophers on poemhunter. com. your poems are always full of useful thoughts for everybody. this poem is not exception. i like it very much, each word has its mystery. My Master knows better what game we have to win! WONDERFUL i really enjoyed while reading

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Eric Cockrell 08 March 2012

the only race that matters, the human race! no man should be slave to another!

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Pheko Motaung 07 March 2012

A wonderful intense philosophical poem you have penned my friend! And there is no place for racism and racists in today's wonderful world.

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Harindhar Reddy 07 March 2012

I can see your growing your art by every poem. This poem is one the best which I have read with any doubt of Iota. My god you picked the problem racism and highlighted it with your skills.... Race is the name of the game My Master enlisted my name He whips me giving me pain As if He has a plan to make me win.

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