The Achiever Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

If all your works are done
If all your works are about to be done
If all your works will never be done
And
If all your works are uselessly active
You feel one fine morning

Just you think you are achieved
You have achieved the time esteemed
And
And you can take yourself of off the habits
Everyday make you magically the robot
You deserve not of smelling that destination
Destined by your birth

So real man should not be mad of doing works
So loud and mathematically correct
Leave some tail of it to catch by others
As works of their days to pass busily...

Nice dilemma of life before death
Encircling us to follow its route of rotation
And it is our crisis of identifying ourselves
The difference from other non-humans

Pranab k c
03/12/2019