Sour Were Those Grapes!

Target seems to upset me Double is my goal to be made. The more I run The target is running double ahead of me I just stood watching at it Breathing heavily on the way Just thinking and wondering What I should do Can't find a way.. There is no short cut Only long cut But time left is limited. It seems those grapes are sour to touch, And keep my heart cooling. Any way Make a final run and see If I reach, I can tell Grapes were wonderful.. Else I can tell, I just gave up, As I felt from far, Those weren't better for me. Still I can laugh at myself And tell I was just near my goal. What's harm in it If my hands couldn't reach it As they were too far and never meant for me... ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014. Geetha Jayakumar.