Luggage – 3

Mountain was high
and rope bit tight
Both started climbing
onto unknown height

You picked the rope
placed it right
I searched for knot
whole day and night

Taking grip every inch
you rose fast
Hands mine shook
still, I had to last

Making your way
in the rock hard & big
with a fear of failing
I was doing my jig

Reaching early there
you look back at me
I was carrying luggage
and you were free !!!!

Luggage – 2

There was a race
but no whistle blow
You started running
I must be slow

Vigor in your steps
was sharp and clean
mine was toddler
bare-foot lean

Past every march
you raise hands
I kept waving
at empty stands

You were greeted
with band, flowers, scout
My patch was thorny
had to watch out

If they wonder about
your winning spree
I was carrying luggage
and you were free !!!

New Poem – “Luggage”

My new English Poem –
You and me
have started together
you raced ahead
though I reached later

same route, same way
nothing was really new
I faced some hurdles
you too had a few

The might was there
and hopes were a lot
you started running
sigh…I could only walk

Sky was sky then
and blue was blue
You cruised far away
…I am slow now

Thing got clear
at the finishing tree
I was carrying luggage
and you were free !