Perpetual Race
There is a wood out to face,
Peer pressure and rat race,
Hounding dogs chasing fiercely,
Panic stricken you run breathlessly.
What’s your aim, what’s your score?
With scornful looks they screw nose,
Coveted marks and higher percentage
Break all records to set your pace.
Can never be at peace with yourself,
Constant threat of defeat and disgrace,
Should outrun all to prove your best,
Run for your life till you reach the apex.
How far to run? Where is the end?
What’s the fun in playing such a game?
When life on earth is so transient,
Why measure success on earthly gains?
Manipulation
Don’t you see in this world of ours
Everything isn’t simply black or white,
For there are subtle shades of grey,
The dark alleys alluring the naive,
Hidden sorrow behind glamorous face!
Nor it’s feasible to be fair and square
For every game has twists and turns
And straight oaks are cut down first,
What’s the harm in bending the truth?
A little distortion of facts to confuse
The stark reality seemingly unbearable
Appears supple and fairly acceptable.