What A Shit Life Are You Living? - Poem by Harsiddhi Ruparel
Money, Luxury, Comfort….
What shit is that?
It’s like being a dung insect and collecting shit;
Loads of it and dying in it.
For people like you….
Rest of your life will be on a desk;
Counting Accounts, Balancing Balance sheets.
So finally you will end up marrying,
With naughty children and fat, fat body;
Living a life bound by the strict orthodox chain of thoughts.
What about John Keats, Ernesto Che Guvera,
Vincent Van Gouh, Stephen Hawkins?
Do you know the life in a Wooden House facing the snow storm?
Do you know the smile that the first dropp of rain brings to the face of Earth?
Have you ever backpacked and lived in Ladakh?
Do you know what the north-east morning smells like?
Do you know how it is to make love to the person you love?
Do you know how it is to wake up next to the person you can die for?
You would say-
“That I m talking all in air! ! !
Money is still in existence.”
To those, I would say:
“Rape, Prostitution, Child Flesh Trade, Murders, Drug Addictions…
They are in existence too…
So do you follow that too? ”
Don’t give me these shit excuses for your Materialistic Needs! ! !
God what a Materialistic shit you are! ! !
What a Shit life you are living! ! !
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