Amitava Sur

Gold Star - 22,496 Points (20.01.1950 / Kolkata)

A Cross Country Race - Poem by Amitava Sur

A series of failures and mistakes,
Bribed with few smiles and success,
Like the thunder sparks, once in a while,
We all call it ….. as life.

When you rub your nose
Being fallen in the sand and dust,
Some love, lust and a little success also
Arrive as a mirage in that deserted life.

Most of us are such a rascal -
We forget all our early pains and fears,
We move around that kiss, hug and love
Or that little success during then.

It's like a lollipop fed to a child
Before administering the bitter pills,
We all again are put into multiple miseries
After that interim spell of happiness.

Still we all run and stumble
Gambling throughout till our end,
Bruising, hurting, injuring
All our delicate senses.

No one can come out
Of this cross country race,
Whether you are a tyrant
Or even as a saint.

Life is like that only,
Being followed by a piper -
Alluring, hypnotizing
And pulling towards the end.
Amative (25.04.2014) 8-00 pm


Topic(s) of this poem: Life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

In this poem I tried to express the uncertainty of the human life and how most of us are just running behind it towards the end being attracted and allured by it.

Comments about A Cross Country Race by Amitava Sur

  • (4/25/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    Amitava, you are truly amazing! I told you it was possible. This poem is so utterly the
    truth and you put it so succinctly. Totally love how you portrayed the reality of life as
    we all live it daily. You can have 10 - 10's for this one! Thank you, I knew you could do
    it! RoseAnn
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014

[Report Error]