this poem reflects how we are lost when we grow up.. |
There she stood In the breeze Smiling Amidst the green fields Among the swaying shoots of woody shrubs, With her long hair covering almost half her face And she was trying to fix them behind her ears Amidst this, I cruised through in my luxury car Through her highlands She looked at the cruiser, I could only imagine what she might have thought Least likely ,She might have caught a glimpse of strange me More likely, She might have thought of the luxurious car, The thought of travelling round the world might have struck her She might have wanted to be in the luxurious cruiser And be at ease And visit the world Most likely, she would have ignored everything But the sight if her, made me think Was luxury in the vehicle ,I was Heading to a destination, I didn’t know , Earning, not living life as the kid in me wanted to… Or the luxury was being a child like her Careless, free in the lap of nature Happiness lying in those little things.. No need to choose No opportunity cost, No need to care What others thought, No need to impress a boss, Or the colleagues She was free to do what she pleased I could see her and smile Remembering me as a child Her future, I wondered Might not be rich She might never get a chance at worldly riches But it didn't matter One could be rich by just being happy but one cant be happy by just being rich As I imagined a life she would live it felt cruel to restrict her in the little world my mind was capable of imagining I wished she went beyond the limits of my or any else’s imagination She would live a happy life, I hoped and prayed The world she lived in Might someday seem small to her But to my eyes Her little world was everything I longed for How, i pondered Does our childhood ambition Which foremost, is to be happy becomes lost in the realm of dreams and Life turns into a race, Heading nowhere, But ,which no one can afford to lose The race is still a race She now looked at a cat that passed by And I looked at her To frame the moment in my memories And the cruiser Went on sprinting with the trees And I was lost In her smile.. |