Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
The Relay Race - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
To whom shall I the baton give?
My lap is getting o’er almost;
There are more laps in the relay race;
How many more, I don’t know.
I seem to see my finishing line;
I’ve run the race as best as I could;
I ran as fast as my legs could;
I do not see the person right.
Not a righteous soul, I see;
Rare are the honest, sincere ones;
I wonder where ethics has gone!
I see a world of anarchy!
What has God in store for me?
What are His mighty plans?
I’ve obeyed Him to my heart’s best;
’Tis time for me to quit.
I ran on terrain not so good;
I saw climes quite inimical;
I came across hurdles many;
I canter now but cannot cruise!
When will my lap be o’er?
My energy seems gone;
My confidence is great;
But spectators, I hate.
When will my run be o’er?
I wish I get success;
God is with me, I know;
He will make me an ace!
I did my part too well from start;
I couldn’t foresee the run’s nature;
I knew it was my God’s calling;
So, I must run on till I’m done!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-06-2013
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