Race Of Life Out Of Track Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Sky is so hard
Clouds are so heavy
Soul is caged
And zeal confined.

Childhood seized
Youth imprisoned
And Nature is thrown without the range.

Moon is a strange thing
Stars are aliens
Sun is closed behind the walls
Day is but a busy postman
Passes a blank letter and is gone by.

Rivers hath no quenching thirst
Flowers no longer things of beauty.

Mind is doctor
Mind is engineer
Mind is all scientist.

But
Twinkle of stars
And fragrance of breeze
And pleasure of the Spring
Are but the things of all monotony
And are counted a wasteful ceremony.

Relations too busy
Love all devoid
Nature is wrathful
Gods all annoyed;
Knowledge of the time is but a cheat
That devils the mind
And ruins all that's ceremonious and divine!
Heart hurries in the heat of wasteful cacophony
And is made to stand against all peace and harmony.