Gauri Gupta

(1985 / India)


Why wait to live
A life so precious
Why wait forever
To unlock the treasure

Why blind yourself
And look the other way
And not see the colors,
The wonders of this world

Why turn deaf
To the music and the mirth
And not hear the laughter,
The singing of the birds

Why stay mute
And see things tear apart
And not speak the words
Buried in your heart

Why be cold
And dull and lifeless
When there is so much to love
To feel and cherish

Why stay still
And confine yourself
And not talk a walk
Or dance in the rain

Why stay hidden
And not explore and venture
Why be afraid
And not dare and question

Why think and plan
Every step of the way
And not take a chance
Be wild and go astray

Why bother to wait
For the perfect moment
And not be free
And try and experiment

Why wait till death
To live, to learn
Only to look back
With regret and yearn

Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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