The Beaten Track Poem by Valsa George
The Beaten Track
Lying in a trance on a rocking chair,
In the living room of my quiet home,
The buzzing sound of a fretful bee,
Woke me up from my pleasant reverie.
Again and again the droning hiss,
Fell faintly in my vacant ear.
It came so close from the window sill,
Fastened tight with glass shutters.
On looking up, I chanced to glance,
A little fly that reeled around,
Trying in vain to find its way,
Through the narrow slit, into the open sky.
For the poor insect trapped inside,
It was all a matter of live or die,
Again and again it beat so hard,
Against the glass window that lay ajar.
I watched lazily its poignant tussle,
To get away or to stay asunder.
Desperate between life and death,
It mustered all its remaining strength.
Try hard and try again,
Was all that what it dared to do,
And every feat converged on -
Getting out through the window pane.
Alas! Across the room, quite close,
Lay open the door, it never did see,
With hurdles none to block its way,
Or hinder it in its forward flight.
Had it taken a different course,
It could dart out into the world it sought,
And spared the strength it burnt in vain,
In the frenzied move to set it free.
By treading through the beaten track,
We might perish like the trapped fly.
For reaching out into wider skies,
We may take as well a different route.
We often have bees trapped in our extension which is mainly glass. I did have a special gadget for trapping them and releasing them in the wild. Lost it though. It is a very clever poem with a fine message as Akhtar said. Another ten. Tom
We find ourselves in similar situations often, sometimes through ignorance and sometimes stubbornness thanks Valsa-10
A great write with a very useful message. How you have illustrated your point is praiseworthy. Your keen observation and wisdom are evident in this amazing write.10
The lesson from a fretful bee has given best result that you have so wonderfully composed as - By treading through the beaten track, / We might perish like the trapped fly./ For reaching out into wider skies, / We may take as well a different route. The title of this poem is well appreciated and it is understood clearly at the end. Beautiful poem with lofty theme.10
like the new poem of yours i just commented on, valsa, this one has vivid description of something i have witnessed. this has some parallels to a poem of mine, choices, where a different insect is featured. poignant tussle is a great phrase—not only is it descriptive visually, but tussle summons the sound of the fly beating itself against the glass. -glen
Amazing Poet.. Nice observation of little fly.. and for most creatures do have this trail of Beaten Track in the landscape we Humans carved so unnaturally.! Thanks for sharing Poet!
Valsa, this is an amazing, profound poem. I suppose the beaten track may be called 'beaten' because it points to defeat. It is truly sad that so many of us would cling to that beaten track, kept on course by the fear of the new, the fear of the unknown. A 10.
By treading through the beaten track, We might perish like the trapped fly. For reaching out into wider skies, We may take as well a. different route. - - - - - - - - How through your minute observation and your beautiful words you have penned this poem of great wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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By treading through the beaten track, We might perish like the trapped fly. For reaching out into wider skies, We may take as well a different route. A meaningful stanza, the right path is always open but we ignore it and try to rise through the wrong path,