Miss No Bull For The Eye Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I once hit my aim whilst still dark,
That hit bull's head though not the eye,
I did my best to hit the mark,
Bull's eye's fine, good enough near nigh.

And I dwelt on the wow of how
And why of action of a throw,
Doing what need be done, and now,
There's little merit in morrow.

Had I awaited morning's light,
Waited for bull to be in sight,
Worried if my aim would be right,
Would the bull have waited all night?

And then I saw the golden rule:
For the sake of eye miss no bull.
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We needless wait in life for non-existent perfection and loose valuable time achieving little for our wait. Take our justice system; take policy decisions at the helm. A less than perfect thing today is far better than a little more perfect one on a vague morrow.
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Sonnets | 02.11.07 |