The fox was hungry, so went to grapevine,

thinking, it will be, a feasty dine,

went there, and jumped and jumped,

and tried to catch till it was nine.

She failed and roared in thunder voice,

grapes were sour and full of noise,

not they but I am rejecting them,

as an eater its my choice.

And this story resounds with we all,

making excuses when we fall,

but what if it was true realisation,

may be by looking at other foxes stall.

Realisation about self and they,

Isn't it like sunshine of the day?

As if soul was pierced by some ray,

Isn't it? What do you say?