When I hit at a target
I always miss it
And hit the air.
When I flick a pellet
Through my window
I miss the space
And hit the bar
My unaimed target!
Parallax! Relax!
I grow wiser.
Now
To dispose of the pellet
I aim at the bar
Sure that it would
Dart through the gap.
Gosh! Hit the bar it did!
[Apr 10,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
New thought. Nice to read. Good narration.