One’s race track,
never is the race track of another.
Where one takes a right,
another takes left.
Part of the course though,
might be shared.
In this stretch,
a pit-stop for one,
might be the flying stretch for another.
Thinking of it,
the one who flew past,
is due for one ahead.
There sure is a winner.
The one,
who peeps at his rear-view mirror,
to savour the well run race.
There is a loser too.
The one-among-many,
who peeps at his rear-view mirror,
constantly threatened,
of being over-taken.
A loser,
ironically in a game of one,
defeated by himself,
as he was busy watching the race of another,
when he could have enjoyed his.
"L1Fe" may seem a Formula One race,
But never is it a,
"one formula" race.
3 comments:
what a well-written poem abt Life! So similar to my current post na..wow!
**who peeps at his rear-view mirror,
constantly threatened,
of being over-taken.
I love this bit the most...often ppl r too busy watching other ppl's lives that they forget to live their own...how true n sad!
Keshi.
@ keshi: hey thanks for coming over & your comments.
Dude.. happened to check your blog now. Awesome poem.. I never knew u had this talent within you :)
Krithiga
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