Impositions Of The World Poem by K B Manchanda

Driving along the brink of road
Why am driven mad?
Crescendo of musi
I see present and past commune.

Dangerous times I felt
and parked on side
and silently slipped into the time
already elapsed

Some turbulent times
Some tranquil times
I am reaching the time
When I heard
the soul's word.

Now I find
I, Like an Ostrich, have been playing blind
We dig our head deep in sand
and presume we escape the time's slap

priorities change
with passage of time
you never know who slips
a moment ago was by your side

Stress of promises we made
but could not keep
I am perplexed

Avoidance of a perilous situation
still lies in retreat?
or
Facing it bravely and boldly
still treated arrogance?

Again gory game
Heads: I'm yours
Tails: You r made for me

Why not it be left
on one's heart to decide
between stubbornness and surrender
as in these two I never find a dividing line

To keep the relations
sometimes you must be humble
and sometimes hard
but the schism be left part