(019) The Day I Ran Out Of Luck Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)

What is luck never seem to get any, my young friend..10

Another wonderful poem by you, Risha! Thanks! Ashley xo

'A lovely poem by a lovely girl named Risha' God bless you and you have lifelong lucky days..... keep writing wonderful poems which obviously you will... love you.... your friend, Niharica!

title and presentation both i enjoy much

These days come and go Risha, somedays our luck is good and somedays not so good...it's all in how we look at it...love how you conclude the poem with I'll stop 'revising memories'...letting go of the ones that make us mad! Mature beyond your years young lady...we can't always get what we want. Love your poem...and hope your knee and ankles are healing. Love and hugs, Diane

Poetry is definetly your first language. The title itself declares a great point of view of life. Rather than blaming others for all your misfortunes (which is what we usually do) you declare it as a 'day you ran out of luck'. The title lifts the poem from the ordinary level of a list of accusations to a superior level of self - realization. The poem nicely portrays how everything (father, mother, sister, nature and school) unconsciously enters into a divine conspiracy to make the day a miserable one for you. I liked the way you concluded the poem - deciding not to top up desperation with anger and to resign silently calling it as another day that was bad. I also liked the changing pace of the poem moving from one incident to other. You have also shown that you can handle negativities of life in a balanced way which is ample proof of your exceptional talent.

Well my little Princess of poetry, your having a day like I normally have every day. You see it always rains on me. I was a bus shelter many years ago, the sun was shining and a gust of wind came along and blew the water off the top of the shelter all over me, and only me. So I stood there dripping from head to foot waiting for a bus. You see it can only happen to me. The bus driver when he saw me, looked around for a cloud in the sky. There wasn't one, it was just over me. Wonderful write as usual. May the sun shine on you always Princess. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David

Well Risha it looks like you are having some life experiences, and who said life experiences are always pleasant. To say you are having bad luck, nah I don't think so, that's only because I don't believe in luck. Let's see if we can turn these negative situations into positive ones. First you were accidentially hit by your Dad, isn't it wonderful that it was an accident and your were fortunate that it wasn't deliberate, you are blessed to have a caring Dad. Second your Mom gave you Idli-sambhaar-food on the table, how many have no food are you not blessed for having parents to provide for you, so many children in the world have nothing to eat, third your sister Fiza scoulded you over a CD, well that may have been a little unpleasant but aren't you fortunate to have a sister to share your years with. Now for your knee, ankles being sprained, well thank the good Lord that you have legs to carry you. Now I don't think you had such a bad day afterall and I don't think it had anything to do with luck. I sincerely believe that you are blessed by the Lord in so many ways. Once again you have produced a wonderful poem, one that makes me think of blessings. I'm grateful to the Lord for giving me the pleasure of knowing you. Thankyou Risha--Melvina--