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Two Rattraps

This life, that I am
already standing 27 years ahead of,
with little achievements and assets to count upon
I only have degrees, even of which I haven't yet payed the banks back.
As I look back to see…
so many years have passed since being YOUNG,
and, so many DREAMS have died since I've become a GROWNUP.
From the benches where there were cheerful friends around,
I am now sitting on an alley,
and there are human robots on either sides instead of walls.

The LOST YOUTH, or the EMPTY MANHOOD, whatever you call them,
they hardly have time to think of their own lives.
They won't feel bad either. Because—
they're scared of dreaming and deprived of hope,
caught in a routine and joyed by their woman's grope.
Dysfunctional they seem by their wiped off hairlines
Protruding, yet ignorant.

And not just around me in my work space,
I see theme everywhere:
at the barber's-haggling over being a regular visitor,
at the cinemas, buying the front rows,
fueling their bikes with the cheaper petrol
and at the McDonalds, buying Happy Meals.

But, happy they aren't.

Instead, burdened with fake promises to kids for new toys
And trying to defend all long lost arguments with the wife, in some of which,
they are accused of being incapacitated either ways,
or the jewels that they couldn't yet afford.
and a few vacations that have been postponed year in, year out.

I think again, this time of the difference
that they and I carry, as of yet.
It seems I still have a head start
and a chance to do something better,
to make a little difference,
and to prove this existence.

I had once written, as a thought, that—
The biggest responsibility in this world is your name,
do not let its reverberations die from this galaxy.

But just if you let the dreams die, the soul might follow blindly.

In this bigger maze, where we hook breads to rattraps
We have our own cages too, but unlike the caught mouse,
that has only one, we have two:
one to where we head in the morning, and two—

where we return back at dusk.

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