The first cry
when you breathe in the air
announcing your entry
into the frenzied world
Alone in this mysterious land,
no longer sustained by the angel
An entity being rejoiced,
with hopes pinned upon
But the second you set foot,
numerous unfathomable eyes
set on you, the individual,
with imposing anticipations
Where your arrival is marked
with elation and celebration
the same instance, you are
hampered with the others expectations
traveling through dark tunnel,
rejoicing the dazzling stars,
walking on the rugged trails,
the burden follows like a shadow
and slowly it swallows you
forcing you to seek out
your purpose and
hunt for accomplishments
distorting your desires
wrenching you with
tirades and eternal qualms,
of being forgotten soon
And with fear you strive
every second you can gather
to craft, weave and proclaim
a glorious life in others sight
so as to reach the mark
to remain and glide
on this splendid soil
long after your heartbeat halts.
But as you run dueling along,
it dawns up on you that
your life is a mere moment
in this never-ending universe
and the horror of spending
the precious little moments
living up to world's expectation
cuts you deeper than other infliction
the world that had humiliated
your deeds and belief
that has thrived and flourished
on your failures and fears
now being caught in the race
the rest pushed you in
you find your own life blurring
as you run to the delusive goal
and at that instant
your heart inquires
if all the despair
was worth the stakes
all you could have been,
all you never ventured,
all you could breathed
with sheer satisfaction
Only if you could live,
like no one is watching
without being dazed or miffed
but just live contented
warming a few hearts,
delighting your eyes,
falling and getting up
in laughs and love
And at the end
when you turn into dust
leaving behind everything
what would you choose
to be a free spirit
that lived every prized second,
or just another heap of dirt
masked with relentless expectations?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep thought of philosophy is ingrained in your well written poem.Yes, our life in this unending race is such. Kudos.Best wishes.