I found that in a motor race,
With spectator pulses also racing,
The streamlined cars and drivers are aligned
On tracks distinct and determined;
At the start before ‘Go-Went-Gone',
They are saved from helter-skelter collision,
With the track closest to the oval course
Given to the fastest in the qualifier round:
Some call that position the Pole-Sitter.
It is not fair, when other rivals, less urgent,
Relax awhile and ease acceleration.
Are they obliged to see advantage reinforced,
To favour those whose speed and skill are proved?
The odds are ever odd. This may be
A metaphor of what we see in life,
The race-course of experience.
Advantage to the likely winner.
Let it be, losers too complete
The hazards of the circuit and survive.
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End-2015, Mysuru, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we see in life, good one..
Thank you, Poet Gajanan Mishra, I see your name often in PH. Continue to encourage fellow-writers. Wish the coming year is hopeful for all of us. Regards. AM