Compromise Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Pay the price of pride
To rise high to dizzy heights,
To reap riches and joy;
Unwind conscience
To compromise with of life
And win the life's game.


Self-imposed fences
Of right and wrong and good and bad
Bind to a blind fulcrum; No caged bird
Flies in sky and in freedom
To catch and eat worms.


Man loses to gain,
Falls to rise and bends to standup,
For, the world is made so;
His blind moves
In tandem with only what heart dictates
End in loss, fall and final break.


Man is a prisoner
Of the time and space that spawned him
And obeys its rules always;
None can hope to outlive
And rise to timeless and spaceless milieu,
And yet have a smooth passage.