EVERY WHERE THE SAME
The roughness of the surface becomes harder
I lose the grip when stamp my foot
No other way but to walk on and on
Shades are there , but no relaxing !
Where ever I go all are on their way
Busy the all both hands, no third hand to support me
Yet I keep pace without turn back
Oh ! I see , almost all do the same.
I search the fruitful trees , so I forget the pain
Some win but some lose
I see , every where all do the same
The same thing , again and again. !
The heaviness of the fruits
Lowering some heads
Lies the difficulty in
Recognizing the side by faces.
I always look on their heads
Which compel my feet to proceed
And forget the infirmity of my legs,
I see ,every where all do the same !
   Sayed Thangal
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Nicely Written!
Thank you madam.
Hello Jim,
In this poem I deliberately put the words ' fruitful trees' , how would you  interpret and connect to the rest of the poem .
thank you once more.
Sayed,
Wow what a mind tricked poem you have here. A coarse stead fast with undeterred determination, sought out assistance not at hand yet mastering of this quest by one man in search of a destination known yet goal lies far and wide, is a personal must to conquer. Assistance rendered by none, from the beginners starting point to his obtainable, (yet with obstacles), finish, through and through. Hampered from ailments of the body and exhaustion, yet not of the spirit and determined mind and soul, he continues to push on encountering facing of unfamiliar. Although the course, of the many unknown seekers remains all the same, yet fruitful is he, that places his momentous will power and familiarization of his knowledge of the land at hand, thus dissecting and obtaining the many rights of his quest from all that set forth their path and separating and discarding the unachievable wrongs. He continues In search of and paying homage to a heart that will bear the spoils from the richest of medicines to assist him on his journey that the land has to offer. To the winner owed he, the relics of ownership at the end of his quest, the finished product of his succession by he whom will succeed... Sayed this was one of your (Rubik cube poems)...Many attempts at its decipherance, yet exist only one true solution....The authors...Extremely great and mystic poem.....Hey i tried, let me know how close i came...
Respectfully submitted,
Jimmy
Thank you so much JIM ,
I know the depth of the poem when you interpreted it in multiple directions, I focused on the greedy people and their
endless chase for money. You are a true critic. bye.
And you sir, are a truly inspirational multi dimensional, phenomenal poet.....And if I had a hat, it would be taken off to you….
Sincerely,
Jimmy L.Arnold
For me it seemed like you were reference to the selfishness of people. No third hand to assist me sounds like your referring to no help even from yourself cause your to busy to helpyourself. As well as searching the fruits of the trees while everyone does exactly the same. We are all searching for something that someone else has and wanting what it is they got its a human trade to constantly watch others wealth and covet it. It's tough to describe each line but it appears to be about greed in general. And the selfish nature of humanity.
Am I close?
~Alicia~
Thank you Alicia,
You are right, it's about the people who are running after money[fruits] , don't have time to look back or help others.