Why do I run?
What do I chase?
When will it end?
This never ending race.
This never ending race,
To become the best;
This never ending race,
To be ahead of the rest.
This never ending race,
To reach goals unknown;
To persist on a path,
Glimpses of which are only shown.
I know not why I started on this race,
On this endless quest I know not when;
When tomorrow comes at the price of today,
You cannot live in the past, now can you then?
But now I want to stop,
This race has been too much for me;
Have lost lots of people I loved,
And lots of friends to be.
“But you just can’t quit..”
Thundered a voice from above;
“Please let me go..”, I cried,
“For the sake of all you love.”
“But to quit you have to die,
That is the price one pays;
For having started on this race,
That is what our rule book says.”
“I agree to die just let me go”,
I cried as I slowed down my pace;
Trying in vain to conjure reasons,
Why I had but started on this race.
All I know is one has to die,
To end this endless race called Life;
To end its endless pains,
To end its endless strife.
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"Blabber of a maculate mind" .... If a maculate mind can do such a preaching, then i would love to have it.
I'll have to admit that some people go by rule books....search for rhythms and meters in any poem. But, some poems evolve directly from the heart. That's why,those poems can't be bound in any restrictions. Your poem comes in those categories.
All I know is one has to die,
To end this endless race called Life;
To end its endless pains,
To end its endless strife.
I got immense pleasure after going thru these lines. I simply loved this poem.
Waiting for ur next--
Vishwa Deepak 'tanha'
Well i would have love to suggest you a way (which i don't have) to end this race without "One having to die" (As this would have helped me to win the race myself)
deep thoughts,true feelings,your poem says it all,and i completely agree to each and every word
keep it up
BRILLIANT! I didnt know you wrote so well.... simple yet hitting the bull's eye... how is everything... all fine?
too cynical.....if a new born was to find out about life.....he shudnt come here
the paradox here is:
u still dont know what u will be doing ur life...at every stage ur goal changes
unless u die
u never know what life u lived just before u realise that u are goin to die.. wen u have children u will have other goals..ur race may end...or u may just get bored wid it....
the other thing is, after u die u cant write....
dats why i dont like poems abt life
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