Cradle to grave, we imbibed our needs
Discover to our dismay the plethora-well of wants |
Chugging along tough, earth beaten road Of uneven terrains, fortified rough edges Ceaseless sweat flows, sore rump encroach Dripping along sideburns, hairs as ledges Acute legs ache, mind racing back and forth Different contemplations, gasping for air The only thought that prevails, immediate halts Catch our breath, we just want fresh air Finally breaths in rhythm, feeling the thirst We crave a cold drink of the purest water Thirst quenched, gnaw the full fury of acid Gut walls buckling, we hawked a food platter Bowel becalms draws awareness, our body Aching sore muscles, especially those calves Resolute mind versus stitching body Call it a day and be damned a coward As we debate, wrestle and pray, it dawn upon Finesse withstanding how much you want that wins It is the hunger for success, zeal to hang on Price of will, perhaps the wisdom to read the wind Winners takes all manta from infant we were taught Fittest or adaptable survives in youth we learnt In middle age, have you given enough thoughts? By twilight do you still want to, did you learn? This game of life may be right May be the best within our grasps Are you on the right track? Who draws the line for your clasps? On the journey of life we traverse the time on earth Of what you want and need to live, a life-style Bombarded daily, purveyors of life comforts, Sanctuaries, glitters and glamour to live life-in-style Cradle to grave, we imbibed our needs Discover to our dismay the plethora-well of wants Abysses we skirt daily, peak after peak We ascend manually, yet there is more that we want Erudite and barbaric alike are taken for a ride, Reaching their incompetence, meeting their match Predator’s price is the victim or provides the bite It is never to find but to hide from their match Succumbs to tempts and greed, our fellow exploits Unscrupulously the FUD so deceitfully sowed Trudging ourselves into cycle of fears and loathes, Eternal uncertainty, doubtful sanity, our wants grow Preying and scavenging our Mother earth, Ingrates chosen livelihood, faith accompli Values and faith sometimes is the only savior, Our lonely birth and life-journey unaccompanied Seek as you may, the guide, the path, glistening The way, the sanctuary; paradise, heaven Temple in you could yet be the most enlightening Place for solace and bliss; your own haven |