Hapless Man Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

A feeble speck in a raging deep ocean,
A faint little gleam among glittering lights is man,
Facing infinite worlds of endless hard struggles
Which sink his soul or lift to new heights.


He is a gentle flower in a wild sand-storm,
While pushed around, leaves his own fragrance
On his track for all the ages to come
To fill the world with rich grace and peace.


He pursues his path to reach nowhere,
He goes standstill to reach a dozen worlds,
He soars in joy and ends up in deep sorrow,
For none, can foresee what makes his morrow.


He, all all alone, in a jungle of men,
He is sad and silent in a maddening din,
An island, in sheath, while plays his role
In unending strange games, the nature unrolls.


He gropes in dark for unexisting streaks of rays
And knows not where lies sunshine's smooth ways,
Back and forth he swings in despair and hope
In unending sufferance for lady-luck's sudden crop.


Unknown to himself and environs around is he,
Nor knows his past nor what the future will be,
A rudderless boat in uprising fierce sea,
He dreams of paradise on the shores, he doesn't see.


A harmless bolt of a spacecraft,
He gives his mite to evolution's big thrust,
He fancies he is all, but really he is small,
A blind little soul that creeps along a narrrow tunnel.