Where we all bat and the god bowls
Many take guard at the same time
And many walk back at that moment
Some score sixties, some seventies
And some other unlucky ones don’t score any
Our innings’ a plateau, full of ups and down ‘times we are not able to connect with ball
And ‘times we hit ferociously
One’s innings has five Junctures
He start’s off badly with out being able touch the ball
He start’s off badly with out being able touch the ball
In the second juncture
On his face is reflected his innocence and ignorance
He is trying to gaze the conditions and act accordingly
On his face is reflected his innocence and ignorance
He is trying to gaze the conditions and act accordingly
The third juncture turns him into a zealous mode,
Blindly going for every thing
Blindly going for every thing
As he enters the fourth juncture
He’s a veteran
Experienced enough to throw his medications
He’s a veteran
Experienced enough to throw his medications
Looses his vehemence as the fifth juncture comes
Battling the way he started off
And the time comes for the destiny to raise its finger
Battling the way he started off
And the time comes for the destiny to raise its finger
Hello! Harsha Bhogle wanna-be.
ReplyDeleteThrowing light on something as subtle as life...Interesting. I see a poet,commentator,writer in you.
Btw,read it like the rappers.I had fun doing so
Thankyou Batla Bhai :)
ReplyDeleterhyming kooda pettu ra :P
ReplyDeleteDude, this kind of poem is called a blank verse! :) where there is no rhyming :)
ReplyDeleteGood attempt :)
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