The Realization Poem by Ajay Shaan

It hit on me one sable, chilly night,
Of masquerade is life made?
Out of the blue I realized I had to fight,
in order not to miserably fade..


But then again I gave a second thought..
Ought I achieve stardom? I'd rather not..
Cause I knew how the world worked,
with all the prejudices and hypocritical jerks..


Sometimes I wish I could do my best,
to carve a smile on people's face..
And then I end up like all the rest,
failing to save their souls from today's pace..


It's just funny how people would rather
fret over the scratches on their cars,
than the countless lives lost in wars..
figures they're too conceited to even bother..


Isn't it a crying shame,
when everyone yearns for fleeting fame?
If only they realized the fact,
that there's more to life than titles and tags..


And there came a point where I could speak no more,
for sometimes I've lost and sometimes I've won..
There were things to learn and peaks to soar,
and I figured I had a long way to go..
Under the starry sky I then slept,
long after wondering what the future might have kept..