Crossroads
Desperately clinging to his morals
He was standing on the crossroads
Fighting alone against the injustice
He showed the guts to unmask…..
Behind the high morals the drooling canine..
His experience and his enthusiasm
And his valor to chase the dream
The capacity to create the miracle out of nothing
All lost …….
When he pushed to stand on that junction
Isn’t it funny?
How people play with your emotion
Taking advantage of your ambition
Always push you to the corner
So that they can feed on your achievements!
He wished; let it be his last supper
Ending the dilemma to choose a knife,
Bread or the guide book of high ethics
Time had come to decide…..
Whether to pay gratitude or stick to moral values
He knew he can’t sabotage
The knife is never been his fetish
In the clash of Nobles and bourgeoisie
How many Socrates so far, has survived?
The luxury of porridge may fade away soon
The bread will be a rare food in the kitchen
The morals he can’t eat to survive
He can’t use the knife either
To settle down the scores
Oh God! He whispered in despair
“Is this world dark tunnel without a door?”
His heart screamed in revolt……
He wished to die,
To get rid of that mental torment
Many hours passed that night in gloom,
It was time when the day is about to dawn……..
Suddenly the room got a burst of beam
From there came a replica of his own
He smoothened his hair and smiled a bit
Addressed him in a phonic tone so upbeat
“Listen to me my dear…
It’s me ...I am your soul.
I have seen you from perpetuity
Don’t you think you are wasting your vivacity?”
“Look around the world with intensity.
Do you think there is lack of opportunity?
No need to drink the poison like Socrates
If your ethics is strong
Everybody will fall in your feet
Wait for the day it will come sooner or later
But never lose the heart
Or ever think to lose your own faith
As this world is such a place
Everyday people has to face the race
Here survives only the fittest
Here the winner is one,
Who struggles hard to thrive, till his last breath……”
********
Desperately clinging to his morals
He was standing on the crossroads
Fighting alone against the injustice
He showed the guts to unmask…..
Behind the high morals the drooling canine..
His experience and his enthusiasm
And his valor to chase the dream
The capacity to create the miracle out of nothing
All lost …….
When he pushed to stand on that junction
Isn’t it funny?
How people play with your emotion
Taking advantage of your ambition
Always push you to the corner
So that they can feed on your achievements!
He wished; let it be his last supper
Ending the dilemma to choose a knife,
Bread or the guide book of high ethics
Time had come to decide…..
Whether to pay gratitude or stick to moral values
He knew he can’t sabotage
The knife is never been his fetish
In the clash of Nobles and bourgeoisie
How many Socrates so far, has survived?
The luxury of porridge may fade away soon
The bread will be a rare food in the kitchen
The morals he can’t eat to survive
He can’t use the knife either
To settle down the scores
Oh God! He whispered in despair
“Is this world dark tunnel without a door?”
His heart screamed in revolt……
He wished to die,
To get rid of that mental torment
Many hours passed that night in gloom,
It was time when the day is about to dawn……..
Suddenly the room got a burst of beam
From there came a replica of his own
He smoothened his hair and smiled a bit
Addressed him in a phonic tone so upbeat
“Listen to me my dear…
It’s me ...I am your soul.
I have seen you from perpetuity
Don’t you think you are wasting your vivacity?”
“Look around the world with intensity.
Do you think there is lack of opportunity?
No need to drink the poison like Socrates
If your ethics is strong
Everybody will fall in your feet
Wait for the day it will come sooner or later
But never lose the heart
Or ever think to lose your own faith
As this world is such a place
Everyday people has to face the race
Here survives only the fittest
Here the winner is one,
Who struggles hard to thrive, till his last breath……”
********
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