He is running or a limping walk? <br />How far he runs? <br />He is tired and stopped! <br />And how long he could wait? <br />Promises are like gas-balloons in the sky. <br />He straightens a rickety ladder and climbs the greasy steps carefully <br />To pluck the cluster grapes. <br />A run away rabies infected fox pulls the ladder and cries down; <br />'Life is nothing but only a fistful of bitter grapes.' <br /> <br />To my dear friend Jerry for his promising health and also to Max.Reif and Dennis.Joe of their lull. <br /> <br />*[ It's really funny and strange, still I remember what the poor street lunatic said a long time ago after seeing my crotchety palm; 'Hey! My comrade keep your toy gun aside and you are not belongs to your motherland anymore.Your natural death will occurs in a foreign land some day.]<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-running-man-fox-bitter-grapes/
