Running race was over;
Rabbit was musing hard
How come he lost to her?
Shameful and sad; so bad
As outside darkness spread
From inside of his heart,
He met her in her nest;
Asked how she managed that
Tortoise smiled and said:
Over those drinks you had,
Inside those pumping talks,
Last night two pills I packed!
28th May 2009
As long as the inner darkness spreads out The nightfall masks everything Life knows to deceive at right time Whether one learns the lesson or not Race will be over for sure. Wonderful, i say, dear poet. A strong style of your own shines here. Thank you
you are the poet dear friend, thats really over great, teaching and simple. i liked that
yes this is truth..... a very nice way of conveying your message.
how do you do it Kaesav, these days I am reading Aesops fables and how the lessons can be applied in corporate management. your poem is simple. you need to be smart to outsmart.10 Mamta
light....but deep. this is the way to convey an important message, i guess. 10 to you sir. thank you.
you penned an interesting tale on how the hare wondered on how he was defeated by the tortoise that he had to ask her.
what were the pills made uo of? were they the usual sleeping pills or the psycological pills of over-confidence and ego boost that causes even the intelligent people loose themselves? wonderful, enlightening write, sir.10 from me.thanks
thought put in a way that is only ur unique way of putting in lines...loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kesav you never cease to amaze me with your clever use of words. No time for sleep here. Wonderful. Bob