The race started with die on a roll
redundancy in driving will break
fellow chasers ganging up
the space to move on narrowing down
post to post on lookers cheering up
this run after all in continuum
the mad rush going on a dashing pace
riding the chair with at most speed
loop to loop whirling around
the velocity bouncing uncontrollably
the winning post out of sight
still the tempo on a high pitch
acceleration to gather momentum
pursuing this rash expedition
may end if the bump breaks it down.
a write with a thrill.. nicely done..really interesting..lively.. you have a great imaginations... brilliant thoughts and wordings..deep, deep words thanks for sharing... 10+++ lovelots, Maia
Looking at life from the armchair is not the same as being in the event.
sure a wonderful work of Vision Sadhika! .. for it is not so easy for all to see it so from a wheel chair! ! .. thank you so much for sharing! 10++++++++
A lovely thrilling composition........clever work...such creativity you have..............10
and after all the speed one finds oneself still fixed in the arm chair! i liked the speed you built into the poem. i read it earlier but somehow failed to post a comment!
The armchair will not break down and the race will be won, Mubeen. Great reflection and a beautiful poem.
a very different thought and execution...life itself has become a running race...very well done...10
Hmm. I got a feeling I know what this poem might really stand for...; -) Great poem I like the thought behind it, you're a really great writer keep up the good work and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! ! ~ Xeniyah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
imaginative poem