Walk the talk

What? Asking me to run, when I can barely walk?

Yeah! You guessed it right, obviously I fell down,

But I won’t give up, I know how to walk the talk,

His disparaging repartee won’t make me frown!

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Why such high expectations? What is the reward?

Does such act of power fulfill his selfish needs?

In pursuit of his dreams, others’ wishes ignored,

He knows not one day; game will be won by the weeds!

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Have you seen? The earth is bathed in colors of spring,

The frozen sheets of ice have melted from the trees,

He fell in his own trap- such deep sadness death brings,

The whip hand still there- strong gales turned to light breeze.

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The baby steps- a final nail in the coffin,

To dismantle his ego, now I use often!

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Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

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8 responses to “Walk the talk”

  1. Powerfully worded. Loved it. Unique take, dear Amrita:)

  2. Excellent poem, Amrita. Very beautifully done ๐Ÿ’š

  3. Profound ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š

  4. Wow! This was a powerful one!

  5. Thank you everyone for your kind comments!

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