The fall of a child is a plain prelude
To the book of its walking modules.
In-between falls,are mostly skewed,
As the serial events of life's schedules.
The fall of a ball,fixes the fate of a game.
The fall of one's face,is a story of shame.
The body's final fall,follows death's call.
And a pall of gloom fills all,with that fall.
A fabricated fall at the feet of someone,
Is a strain for a gain,at the cost of name.
A fall for love,is the soul's run,well done.
A political fall,leaves one's aims to blame.
The fall before God is the fall of one's ego
To surrender oneself,without words of veto.
Every noble fall foretells a clean come back,
To resurrect lost goals,on the forward track.
P.Chandrasekaran
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