Realization

                                                

                                      REALIZATION

At a point on the line of action

I paused to peruse the pot

To utter horror I realized then

What a fool I had been all along.

For I found a tiny hole

Though tiny it could drain

All my efforts, for the pot

Carried all the hard earnings

With envy I then mused

Of the lucky ones who might chanced

To get a taste of my sole toil

Certain things you not like to part

I not wasted the very next moment

The hardest seal I placed on hole

I then put my feet forward with the hope

That fruits of my action follow my suit

Author's Note

The fruits of my action whether good or bad I want only me to have