Learning To Sail Poem by kanav justa

Learning To Sail

Rating: 5.0


a wind that blows that helps us flow
in the same course as our ships tread
trade wind then they are called at earth
that’s what in books i have read

not always would they help us sail
sometimes they run reverse
its time like these, the same old breeze
we humans would then curse

sometimes these winds would cease to blow
as our ships sails in doldrums
we stay then still like a dormant hill
this rest then grows our bums

don’t wait for wind to push you through
don’t moan when they make you slow
no one is going to come to take you home
your land yourself you plough

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
excuse me for the BUMS
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rubab Atwal 18 January 2014

A great poem and it's true we all learn to do for ourselves

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Susan Lacovara 18 January 2014

Best to keep your eyes set on the distant horizon, and sail on....a well crafted piece, with the winds of inspiration behind it! PEACE

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Dave Walker 17 January 2014

We all learn to do for our selves, a great poem.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 17 January 2014

we can't fight with nature, which is very true, but in India we are unable to fight with our corrupt system, which is haunting us day and night...

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Amitava Sur 18 January 2014

Self reliance and self sufficiency are the key words for survival and that was detailed here nicely.

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Anthony Burkett 25 January 2014

Excellent advice in the last stanza... so very true!

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Geetha Jayakumar 25 January 2014

A wonderful and inspiring write once again from your pen. Very true said....Wind never help us sail, its just for our convenience we keep on sailing with it as no effort required to sail along with it....We will feel good as long as wind blow as we require but once it turn its head against us, we curse it...as double effort is required to reverse it......Loved it...Plus 10

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Rajesh Thankappan 24 January 2014

don’t wait for wind to push you through don’t moan when they make you slow no one is going to come to take you home your land yourself you plough. Yes, each one of us have to determine our own course by our work and effort. This aspect of life has been brought out beautifully in your poem. 10/10 for your the finesse.

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Dinesan Madathil 23 January 2014

A calm sea is ideal and When it is turbulent the sailor is tested. A river can never be without currents above and beneath and When one sails on it against them there is the feel of living.... A fine poem from you, Kanav andnd I give a 10 for this write.

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Marvin Brato 20 January 2014

In life's struggle no one but oneself 's own motivation to survive is our only chance, let us not wait for others to do it for us! Truthful insight thanks.

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