A Bitter Truth Poem by Zubiya Surti

'A smile is a curve that sets things straight'

They say, I've heard
but now i wonder how fake they've become,
Its difficult indeed for a true smile to come
now eyes have less feelings to express,
for now in the heart there's left only stress.

'People now hurry in a heat of hope'

In this fury hurry,
there's only time to worry
No time to ponder upon a tree,
No time for the blackbird's melody
we're only blocked and locked
by all those clocks that mock
ticking away to glory.

In this endless race for a living,
where can one find life?
is there any end to this strife?
why cant that busy little bee,
be a little less busy in its hive?

Isn't life of most of us,
become like a faulty gramophone
playing the same line again and again?
How hectic life has grown!
that only makes us moan.