Walking Tall Poem by Sathya Narayana
Walking Tall
I'm going stronger and stronger
I'm growing taller and taller
With each and every failure I savor
With the wounds on my naked heart I preen
Like a lofty tree with Axe-made hews
That stops not sprouting new leaves
Nor buildings it's trunk's thews
Nor doling out, for free, sweet fruits
That's a good tree...dolling out fruits for free! a good poem indeed...dolling out a message...for free...10
Nice one. We always grow strong with each failure. Very well themed and expressed. Good one.
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5/4/2024 6:52:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a good poem with a wonderful attitude