At the finishing end
A hard tune of loosing heart
Encaptured all the basic individuality
Runners lost their dreams of winning heaven
Only functioned the machine inside just to stick with motion
And at the finishing end
It looked as if they knew
After long harvest
No crop would beautify the land
Yet another recalls the past of many failure
Yet another coming with its course to magnify
Strength and passion but sky no different
The finishing point still torturing runners last breath...
Pranab k c
05/06/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant write. A depiction of never ending failure. Well crafted imaginative write.