He collected, on the way,
whatever came to him,
not purposefully though.
It varied from
pebbles to petals
and feathers to splinters.
‘Leave behind some
in order to carry on smoothly’,
advised the wise men.
But he was clueless
what to abandon,
and hence he plodded
till crushed,
rather ridiculously
like a fat frog, squashed.
3 comments:
i can imagine his collection growing day by day, poor man. such a person cannot think of dropping anything, he will keep on accumulating.
nicely written truth.
Yes, Venu Chettan one needs to drop the baggages but when one doesn't know which, yes, he's in trouble.
im wonderin wen am i going to be squashed :)
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