Come With Me If Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When the going gets hard uphill
Of a marathon that be life,
A voyage on the edge of knife,
Come, should ye suffer with me still.

The struggle sure shall test your will
As life with misfortune is rife,
And mired in millions of raw strife,
Come, if your raw side can reveal.

Weird are ways of world to deal,
Wayward are ways of life, and strange,
That few manage can with smooth change,
Come, if you can to worldly ways kneel.

Push people down, proceed at will,
The law of life it be today,
No'ne to notso ever gives way,
Come, guiltless if can gulp this pill.

A wish here and a few wants there,
And lifetime's haunts that ever snare,
Come if these toys tinker joy still,
Come, if you feel no worse, nor ill.
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Musings | 03.01.10 |