Question

Here is a poem that I wrote sometime back......Your valuable criticism are welcome

Answer 1

THE FALL

Some times are bad
Times when I fall....

Fall from the ideals
I set for myself

Fall short of targets
That I thought achievable

Fall and bruise
And Hurt and Bleed

And I wonder why
My mind reaches its limit
Before I reach mine

And I ponder why
My body wilts
Before my will does

I weep and cry
And then stand up
To give one more try

I ask myself
How long will I fall?

I tell myself
That one day
My Body and mind
Will reach the dimensions
I am seeking

One day
My body will become
Immune to the falls
And my mind
Will cross its limits

That day will be
My moment Of Glory

Waiting for that moment, I
Withold my pain
And Stand Up
To try again

It seems good to fall then
To fall and rise again.