Valsa George

A Fool? - Poem by Valsa George

I set out on a long trip,
In a train that spans from end to end.
Out through the window flashed past,
Assorted scenes one by one.

Sky scrapers and mud hovels,
Steaming cities and peaceful hamlets,
Row upon row of maize and wheat,
Bent down under the weight of grain.

Cars gliding along crowded streets
Children school bound in crisp uniforms
Cattle grazing on distant hills
Cadets on parade beside their tented camps

Smoke coiling up from tall chimneys
Sizzling cascades from the heights
Swirling streams and glistening rivulets
Silky meadows and tall mountains

Disposed not I to enjoy the scenes
My mind moored to the final halt
Saw nothing before, but the station
Fellow travellers - a flaunting menagerie

Communed to few, connected to none.
At every halt, some exited out
And strangers came in to fill the space
But all to myself-my eyes far set

Damning the distance, I waited on and on
Myself a wretched lone traveller!
Like a sailor lost in the sea,
Restless I was to reach the shore.

My ears agog to shouts of welcome
My body eager for the warm embrace
I paced the aisles and counted the miles
Impatient and irate, I grew

I dreamt, my life - a jig saw puzzle
The pieces neatly fitting together
On arrival after a tedious trip
Once and for all, at my terminus.

With my gaze fixed beyond the horizon
Caring not to see what lies before
I continue to travel miles on end
To a place that outdistances me ever!

Comments about A Fool? by Valsa George

  • Akhtar Jawad (1/13/2015 1:13:00 AM)

    With my gaze fixed beyond the horizon
    Caring not to see what lies before
    I continue to travel miles on end
    To a place that outdistances me ever!
    An amazing poem....................10
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  • Bri Edwards (10/14/2014 10:14:00 PM)

    a fool is drawn to a poem with this title! but when i saw i'd commented already, i did not reread it. but i did read some of my previous comment. and i just read croaking frogs, in which you used agog as well! i'm agog at your frequent use of agog! :) bri

    p.s. i just looked up agog and it doesn't seem to fit my comment so well, but i'm leaving it there!
    - - - - - - - - - -
    adjective: agog

    very eager or curious to hear or see something.
    I'm all agog to see London
    synonyms: eager, excited, impatient, keen, anxious, avid, in suspense, on tenterhooks, on the edge of one's seat, on pins and needles, waiting with bated breath
    tell us what happened—we're all agog!
    - - - - - - -
    thanks for sharing. are there any of your poems no one has commented on already? ? older ones? i'd be glad to have a shot at them.
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  • Amitava Sur (7/1/2014 9:02:00 PM)

    What the fool captured and detailed
    made my heart totally full......................

    Amazing one. Valsa - very nice
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  • Valsa George (6/11/2014 12:56:00 AM)

    Bri, you have guessed it right! It is all these......except the last one! Thanks for the smart comment! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (6/11/2014 12:12:00 AM)

    My ears agog to shouts of's been a LONG time since i last heard the word agog! i bet i never knew exactly what it meant. now i do, until i forget. :)

    i'll also bet that this poem has some meaning at the end which is somewhat, or entirely, hidden from me. is the 'author' a fool for missing much of what life has to offer because her mind is on some goal she is overanxious to reach? ? OR is she a fool for not enjoying the variety of scenery and people she could have 'encountered' on a train ride to a reunion of some sort? OR is she NOT a fool for NOT letting extraneous scenes and people interrupt her quest? AND, is she (or the character speaking in the poem) going to get an ulcer due to impatience? ? ?

    i guess the reader will decide for her/himself. interesting trip. thanks for sharing. bri :)
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    Dimitrios Galanis (2/4/2016 1:54:00 AM)

    The same thing you suppose about this poem wants to tell my ''As on unhydrous dry land''.Valsa admits it too.

  • (5/31/2014 6:40:00 PM)

    A fool? No, I think you have captured a common human experience very effectively! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Sebastian (5/22/2014 8:37:00 AM)

    A great write! Purpose makes our lives more directed. There is a reason for its journey. Sometimes we take a journey like this to spend time with ourselves. To journey within.....that certainly is not foolish! ! I loved the poem! (Report) Reply

  • (5/11/2014 5:07:00 AM)

    A very good poem of experience of a trip. (Report) Reply

  • (3/24/2014 10:05:00 PM)

    A picture travel on the train with a feel as though the reader was with you sure no fool at the end...greatb write...regards (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (12/5/2013 7:04:00 AM)

    , , , justified the titile of the poem wonderfully, , , nice, , , (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/15/2013 3:27:00 PM)

    lving in the moment is the way to go. tomorrow will take care of itself. nice write (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (7/10/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem.. well written. (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (1/7/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    Reminds me of a journey I traveled. That was fifteen hundreds km. I used to get off the train wherever it stopped and talked to the people. I witnessed many different cultures within my small country. Thanks for bringing those memories to my inward eyes.
    Very Well written
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  • (12/7/2012 9:39:00 AM)

    The reader also travels with you in the train eyeing the different scenes that pass by.-the different people who get in and alight-and then reaching the terminus. The last para is philosophical and the entire poem is fantastic. (Report) Reply

  • (11/19/2012 3:53:00 PM)

    A classic example of Can't see the forrest for the trees. I'm sure we all have had numerous such experiences in our lives, finding out, after each one of them, that hind sight is 20/20. (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2012 8:43:00 AM)

    Let the world call you a fool or rather look at you with its jaundiced eyes..
    The journey is across the right lands and the lone traveller is transported into a world of terrific make. Who bothers about the erring world of these men with impoverished minds snailing on the tracks of ruins of the past incarnated?
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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