The place was lonely
Nobody cared.
So much to say
None to sit and stare.
The gaze was down
The voice was low
The King was there
Sans the crown.
Down to the earth,
The minaret had come.
The ruler had lost.
What was left
Was filthy crumb .
The dreams broken
The days dark as nights
Aimless, goal less
Was our knight.
Life was threatening.
Signaling its end .
Horrified was the ruler
With the steep descend.
Unknown were,
The Paths of failure
The ruler understood,
Life is not always merrier.
With the past glory at stake
And for sheer namesake
The ruler rose from the dust
Pointing the sword
Still devoid of rust.
“I cannot go down, without fighting”
The ruler declared.
“Who cares, if there is none to sit and stare”.
Life is the name of struggle
Face the heat, return the giggle.
The paths are dusty,
Stony and steep
Life teaches you
Not to sit, crib and weep.
Come forward, take the sword
It is in struggle,
You find “GOD”.
AKJ
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Any comment would be an understatement...simply marvelous! well articulated and so close to the reality :) loved reading it..stay here on the horizon henceforth..
ReplyDeleteGr8 insight...pragmatic view with a touch of inspiration for people like us ...in a way u defined exactly what v feel...the punch being - " Life is the name of struggle...."
ReplyDeletegetting better day by day..... :)
ReplyDeleteI take a step back and bow before u...U really deserve every iota of accolade u have got....I could identify with every single word of the poem,with every single thought that u floated across.....U r the KING of blogging.......gr8 post.
ReplyDeleteknowing u was just 'My Dear Freind'..now after going through your blog...i must confess...there is a stimulating "philosopher" inside.
ReplyDeleteNow i can say AKJ is my "Friend N philosopher"