So you are a pupil, dragging your feet to school
raw and naive, yet nobody's fool
or a youth on a mission, in search of answers
frusrated, like a limb-less dancer...
or a man of some experience, no more young, not yet old
have your share of treasures in paper, now in search of gold
Or maybe a man of middle age, and life's come to stagnation
its all about managing funds and stocks and rations
or maybe a young girl, daddy's li'l princess
who cares about distance in miles, its still all about reducing inches
or maybe a female counterpart to our middle aged man
and all life seems is work, fun is a loser, just another also ran......
or maybe none of these, in transition between two
or maybe creating another identity, completely new
engrossed in your life, not a moment to spare
and stop and smell the roses? well, u dont dare.....
pause my friend, each breath taken is one less breath
LIVE today, before you submit to death
its not life to go through the motions
and not update your mind's notions
for all the treasures of the world are futile
if they cant procure you a smile
life should be such that you wont want to mend
when we get our call, and its finally our time to end.
2 comments:
have your share of treasures in paper, now in search of gold
i loved that line ...
its so true sometimes we just forget to do things we know should be done . Like you said every one knows nothing more fragnant than a rose , but we dont care at times to even smell a rose flower.We take it for granted at times we would know the smell aswell . but we spend years not doing that and perhaps would fallen even the smell
seriously joey after reading that line i feel like going and smelling a flower .I been ages.
I loved the way you have written this peice . iknew you a great content writer "Proffesionaly " but when you write from heart which i presume this one is direct from heart . Its great thought!
ARTISTIC is the way!
Sad as my life is, sonal, i just read this comment. Thanks a lot. :)
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