A Reflection.. Poem by Indrajit Chatterjee

There comes a time when the fear of failure
Gives way to doubt and false contentment;
And we yield to what we feel is impossible,
What we think is the fruit of mere sentiment.

I have found in the deeds of a few,
what working truly means..
It isn't by dragging our body to the tune of a marching band
But by listening to the beats of our childhood dream.

Does God ever look down upon this realm?
The one with agony in every step?
Is He looking to guide us to do some good,
Or just letting us be pawns in His blood soaked landscape?

What I think and I want
Is simple in nature but difficult in effect.
It is a means to raze the mask,
The mask of conformity and hate.

Make yourself a promise, a worthwhile one;
And take of it, a mental picture;
To follow what you find is right,
To celebrate its every feature.

Once we realize what our heart really wants,
Through persistence and austerity;
The path we seek will clear,
And the journey, not the elusive end, shall be happy.