Slow down..oh you crazy minds..
Do stop for a while if you wish to be kind..
To yourself..and ask what are you racing for..?
Did you get what you had once started for..
Or you have to race a few more miles to score
Before you go and sleep off the nights you couldn't sleep
What's the hurry, you don't have the time to smile
Take your phone off the ear, close your eyes for a while
And feel what you gained all the while in your decade long exile
Two thousand miles away, , the roads you once tread
Are quite the same.and the skies above are just that royal blue
Close your eyes and hear that beckoning song
The song that you haven't heard for sometime quite long
As you are on the run, for whom? you have no clue
But you will not believe..somebody waits for you
Slow down..you won't be late
You are running around for your want to be great..
Some money and some time is there now on your side
And don't you know that only fools are satisfied
There is too much to do..with twenty four hours in a day..
With a galloping heart and a panting mind of dismay
Running much ahead of your self, to get hold of the Sun
Forgot why you ran in the first place..all out of turn
And then you get something and just grow old
To meet the man to whom your world was sold..
And just two thousand miles away..the roads you once tread..
Are quite the same..and skies above are just that royal blue
Close your eyes and hear that beckoning song
The song that you haven't heard for sometime quite long
As you are on the run, for whom? you have no clue
When will you realize someone waits for you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem