Keep Moving ...........Don't Stop
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Why are you Running?
Life is full of ups and downs. Most of us trying to struggle in our daily lives. But at the end of the day how satisfied are you with yourself. Does that question ever bother you? There are actually very few whose lives have been inspirational to the world. For example Mother Teresa. She lived for others. Is that possible? No one lives for others. We can put it this way, that we live for others also, but devote our whole life for others is bragging. There are some people who actually dedicate their whole life to serving mankind. They are God's messengers. They are fortunate that god bestowed upon them a heart full of compassion and they served mankind selflessly.
This poem is a satire on all of us who are wasting our lives doing nothing worthwhile. Life is too precious. It doesn't just revolve around us.
Keep moving.........Don't stop
Since time immemorial movement
has been significant in its own way
Movement for food,
shelter for betterment of mankind
we have come a long way.
Our life has become similar to an Athlete
who is constantly running, but nowhere to go,
We are trying hard to live but not living,
only running away from truth, for that is all we know.
On our way we meet many who sat down
either due to exhaustion or
realized this to be a futile effort,
We don't stop to ask them
as to why they backed out of this journey,
asking also involved too much effort.
Where was the time
to waste on weaklings
in extending a helping hand?
We have definitely come a long way alone,
after starting the journey hand in hand.
We are very intelligent investor,
and therefore are so energetic and still in the race,
Marching forward in every direction,
be it earning wealth, name fame,
none can match your pace.
For moving ahead in life
your Mantra had been
to look in front not behind,
Eyes fixed on an invisible destination
and feet marching forward,
a milestone for mankind.
At the cost of hundreds of lives,
some who were sacrificed on your blind march towards Nowhere
And some who were tired, lay unattended,
while your conscience asks you Now where?