We live in different circles at a time
And each circle differs over the time,
As we grow and move in pursuit of life,
Changing the neighbours, peers and colleagues,
Also the relatives, foes and rivals.
In each circle, we earn name and goodwill,
That would die once we exit from that one.
The goodwill earned is of no use elsewhere.
The identity built too will wilt out.
We are not known by what we had been once.
Nor would we be known by what we are now.
Yet we repeat the feats wherever we go.
To crave to be appreciated is
To feed the ego. To feed the ego
Is as much a need as food for stomach.
Both need to be filled to sustain the life.
There must be no regrets for the good done.
18.03.2008
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