Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.
*[ The endless journey, what 'Buddha' explains; cycle of unlimited births & deaths.]
Beautiful contrast and well put together. When I first saw the title I thought 'what has this to do with golf? ' but I quickly realised. Excellent piece.10
You take an ordinary incident and imbue it with great spiritual and social significance. The vase you share is humbly thrown. The wisdom of its fine glaze is profound. Another fabulous poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Your comment on the different levels of society is especially telling because you do not tell us what to think - you simply draw a picture and let us draw our own conclusions.
Wonderful poem. Profound in drawing the inexplicable analogy betwixt a game of Golf and the ties of the worldly woes (janmasamsaara bandhanam) .
I just laughed at this and thank you for writing what sounds true enough to be very funny.
The first moves onwards happily and in a mood of victory and the second follows only in compulsion to earn his livelihood...
Some wry comedey here very well said. That millionaire has lost his balls in the woods! regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The contrast between those who have and those who have not so often defined by you in your compelling pieces. This one is an excellent example of your creative skill to sketch these two eternally opposing pictures of life. The reader is left to ponder why this must be so.Perhaps, there is no answer... Warm regards, Sandra