My Tears Dying Alone Poem by Arun Maji

Is there anyone there
Who can wipe my tears?

My cry cries in pain,
Dies in vain
Alone. All alone.

All is running fast.
Frighteningly fast.
Where to?

O man, where are you running to?
Joy? Dream? Happiness?
Have you reached there?
No?
Why not?
If you are running all days, all years;
Then why can't you reach there?

All is busy
But none is there where he wants to be.
Like those monkeys-
Jumping from branch to branch
Sweating and panting
But not doing any worthy thing.

What a waste of human life!
All work hard
Yet all end up with more pain.
As if human works more only to suffer more.

We are running so fast
We can't wipe tears of our dear one.

Yes, my tears dying alone
But yours?

© Arun Maji