The Rat Race.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A fraction of microsecond,
To freshen up with powder,
Light, be alert nine planets,
Let you all have your facial,
Dawn in a faction of nanosecond,
Nothing waits for eternal bliss,
Nothing opens the doors,
With a pressing of the remote,
A fraction of a microsecond Is too long,
When things happen in a nanosecond,
Seek that light at a distance,
That is wasted with no admirers,
Run for the chance, not of the choice,
Waiting for choices mostly never materialize,
Pick up the chance to proceed to your choice.