Like I said before, my daughters have been writing poems since their childhood. This is another of my daughter Gayatri’s poems that she wrote when she was in college. The poem signifies that the human efforts are often in vain.
By Gayatri T Rao
The sweet smoke came toward me,
Thicker at first, it thinned out suddenly.
It came in a single file,
Turning into curious shapes gradually.
Each time I leapt at it, with vigor renewed,
And caught it, cleanly, in each of my hand.
Slowly and steadily, my fist I opened.
It was only then that, all my efforts were in vain, I found.