EVERY WHERE THE SAME

Where ever and who ever we are our natural tendency would not change.

The roughness of the surface becomes harder

I lose the grip with the stamp of each foot

No other way but to walk on and on

Shades here and shades there, but not to relax

On the self same route you too with me

Busy both the hands, no third hand to support 

Yet,  without turning back I keep pace,

Oh ! I see , almost the same all else do

I search for the fruits among trees , 

And as do all to forget the pain

Some win and some lose

I see , every where, every body else do the same

The same thing , again and again. !

The heaviness of the fruits lowers some heads

Though difficult to recognize their faces

They all gaze on their heads

 Compels my feet to proceed

 Forgetting the infirmity of my legs,

I see, you too doing the same.

sayed thangal    

Reviews

[Daniel Sala]

What a nice, sad way of expressing human condtions, the fruit tree, sounds like hard work, like picking oranges here.

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks for your positive feed back

[Vidya Bacchus]

Your lines are beautiful .As usual I deeply enjoyed :)

[SAYED THANGAL]

so nice to hear so

[Vidya Bacchus]

...............:)

[Praveeta]

Well crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks a lot

[Praveeta]

You are welcome.

[SANDEEP SHETTY]

Conveys a lot.....Really enjoyed reading it...

[SAYED THANGAL]

much admired

[TrimarcoRansome]

Sayed, Very well written, you have an easy style to read

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks so much, your review is an inspiration for me.
sayed

[TrimarcoRansome]

You're very welcome