Sizes and shapes sizzle.
Their fame flies fabulously.
But the aim remains
The same.
To judge.
To prod.
To test.
To pick and choose.
To move on.
Taken in
by the glamor
of a glowing glass -
a crystal,
a piece of metal.
Striving hard, to gather something
we do not deserve.
What is a cup anyway?
A piece, a part of life itself.
Magpie Tales: Winner's Cup
11 comments:
Oh to each who struggles the good struggle to win, but yet what is it they really take away?
Right you are? What do they actually take away?____________
very nice Shail!
words of truth a cup is a part of life not 'life'
thank you so much
there are a couple of awards over at my blog for you
:)
It is a cup of life indeed.
creative entry,
love the way you nail it.
extraordinary writing...
Thank you dear Hope. I have proudly displayed your award on my blog:)
Thank you Jingle. Nothing better than a poet friend appreciate your ordinary piece of verse...
After reading this I am reminded of one real life incident. In a running race for physically challenged children, one girl fell down. All the other members stopped running and took care of the girl and jointly walked together and completed the race. See how care for fellow human is considered as more important than the cup.
Hari
I think it's just human nature to go for the cup, but... it's the getting there that counts.
Nice post.
I guess while we are in the moment, we sometimes forget what is it that is really important to us.. and which we should be drinking from..
Beautiful poem! Very thought provoking indeed..
Thank you dear Hope. I have proudly displayed your award on my blog:)
Oh to each who struggles the good struggle to win, but yet what is it they really take away?
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