Pretending to be smarter,
Possessed to be better,
Race is on, Run harder, faster.
Pleasure is needed, life got jaded,
Hunt for gold, dreams got sold,
Price we paid, never ending greed,
Trapped, waiting to be freed.
Mirth was effortless, amused as a kid,
Watching, wondering, at creators deed,
House of sand, not a penny shed,
Bought priceless joy, no mansion ever did.
As we sit mourning, how cold we turned,
Remember who we were, happy smiling breed,
Rediscover infancy, unadulterated we did,
its still the same, beautiful, blessed,
Just the vision, that’s got blurred.
Possessed to be better,
Race is on, Run harder, faster.
Pleasure is needed, life got jaded,
Hunt for gold, dreams got sold,
Price we paid, never ending greed,
Trapped, waiting to be freed.
Mirth was effortless, amused as a kid,
Watching, wondering, at creators deed,
House of sand, not a penny shed,
Bought priceless joy, no mansion ever did.
As we sit mourning, how cold we turned,
Remember who we were, happy smiling breed,
Rediscover infancy, unadulterated we did,
its still the same, beautiful, blessed,
Just the vision, that’s got blurred.
We forget, too intent on the future, that there is a present to be lived and savoured.
ReplyDeleteThis took me on an interesting ride... that spakes of profound wisdom in realizing the world around us. Brilliant take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteIt seems like we are programmed to run and win the race from children onward. Competition is what it is all about. Somewhere along the way we forget to see things with wonderment and through the eyes of a child. Indurated, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of attempts to take photos from the car--as a passenger. To the left or right, all is a blur. Sometimes it's better to stop an look and wonder.
ReplyDeleteThe final line had such an impact...your words are very wise!
ReplyDeleteWhile we tarry in life, we are faced with so much challenges and we come to a point that we hunger for those times when we were infants, enjoying life, without cares, well provided and everything is good...
ReplyDeleteVery good poem of realization!
For sure. The race is not always won by the swiftest. :) Nice work.
ReplyDeleteAmazing. I loved it. The last stanza just blew me away. How true! The child within is waiting to break out. The masks we wear just do not allow that to happen. I hope the readers of this poem get the message and take a step towards freeing the child and seeing how beautiful the world really is.
ReplyDeleteit is good to pack light on the journey....
ReplyDelete@all - thanks for the support, keep visiting :)
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