The rats’ adept in a rat race
Buy the tickets from a shrink,
And board a train of mental stress,
Hurriedly in a wink.
The ticket checker is death
Keeping tab on passenger’s breath.
They board in a hurry
And munch the fast foods of worry:
To reach a cemetery of success-
Which treats all with its
deadly gaze
The train driven by a crazy driver ego
Loves to keep greedy rats on their toes:
While rushing on a track of woes
It crushes alike, friends and foes.
Some jump on glitzy stations
And befriend fat diabetes and
Melancholic passions.
Some alight on illnesses' stop
And are destined to
Slip on life's slopes.
But some wise ones- known as
Crackpots- luckily win jackpots
They choose to alight at sylvan place
Solely relying on God’s grace.
They stay in a mansion of health
Store peace and bliss as a wealth.
They sleep with longevity-
An ever youthful mate-
And accompany her through
heavenly gate.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
04/04/2009
The language is a little strange, but the ideas are interesting.
The language is a little strange, but the ideas are interesting.
so easy, the words come to you, so hsrd for us not to understand. strees in todays world, has proven to be our quickest killer and we let it. thanx
Undo overdo unlearn relearn …is the bottom line of this poem…again Maestro-Master-Stroke… Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK PS Sir clicked as my favorite poem… n
Thoughts provoking splendid symbolic poem! My 10 with pleasure for this luminous composition.
Awesome poem! You know sometimes we just get into a habit of rushing toward, what we think is success, and forget to enjoy life in the moment! ! ! I especially like the part where you say, ' some wise ones know as crack pots.' Great poem! ! !
Great wisdom! That's a nice piece of work.Thank you for sharing it with us.Bye. Edward Kofi Louis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The language is a little strange, but the ideas are interesting.