I try to reach out to the top
For she won't bend down, yield
I know it is her property
What if I go for, make a try?
The ladder, I am on, is mine
Yet it shows resent
Maybe it knows better
The fruit isn't prime ripe
I opt-out to come down,
To leave the tree
No grievance there at all
What I need the time being is
Get examined my eyes!
9th February 2020
For she won't bend down........good one she - - - , NO RESPECTFUL woman will take care will ye
The tree and the fruit are metaphors. I liked your jovial comment, Poet Poet. Thanks a lot
The ability to view all equally is praiseworthy. I admire your thinking. Good write 10+ thanks A MIGHTY you are a hundred percent loved poet so you INSPIRE me and I tread thee KVE
There is time for everything! ! ! ! Moving along with the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes there is a time for everything! Wait patiently without losing hope and continue to persevere is all we can do. Let God reward our efforts....! A poem that sings of resilience....!
Each has its own time, in God's own time. A great philosophical write brilliantly depicted. Loved how this marvelous write has been crafted.
Really so Rose Marie. It is He who does everything. We are mere tools. Wonderful observation on my poem. Thanks a lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely last lines...maturity comes to us with ageing with experiences...so it is wise to wait till the fruit is ripe...indeed a beautiful poem 10+
Yes. Let us wait for the ripe opportunity. A good judgement on conditions around would always help out. Thanks for your good feedback Indira. Liked