The pursuit - a poem


Rules and expectations of the world,

Press hard pushing on the soul dreary curled..

Perform or perish in this race with time,
Running in the pursuit of earning a silly dime...

Success in reach yet failures abound,
Advisors dishing their wares, absurd yet sound...

Judgements pronounced at mere a whim,
The gradual rise threatening to spill the brim...

Not a moment to smile at the image fair,
Simplest of tasks, familiar leisure getting rare...

Millions of lives breathe and take a leave,
Through the maze your own path best to weave...

Love plucks a chord on the strings,
Never a word about the ache it brings...

And yet in all the chaos calling,
Lies the silence of the gliding wing...

Finding the quiet shout lying in wait,
Raise your head, buck up and stride in gait...


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