Fruit Of Labor Poem by Sunny Chopra

Fruit Of Labor



Nearly on the cusp
of what was embarked

Time to seek returns
on all tasks earmarked

Seeds sown long ago
its time to check yield

If efforts of bygone
what in future wield

Done all as expected
way beyond known edge

Fate hangs precariously
balanced on a tiny ledge

Laurels or notoriety
flip sides of subsistence

Win if you may or lose
still part of existence

Gambit is set in place
to a point of no return

Unsure if proves pleasing
or curve for one to learn

Whatever be final outcome
will take with bit of salt

Not blame any of nuances
but take on as my own fault

Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 08 October 2013

A confessional type but word so chosen is fantastic well synthesised thank you Lord bless you

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