The sum total of life was never easy to calculate,
And the equation of existence was never easy to evaluate,
Where, I had rubbed some, and some had rubbed me,
And from this tug of war I could never be free.
But I remember I was born with a mission,
That had a vision,
It also had a goalpost,
And it also had the foremost.
But then what went wrong?
That soon after I was born,
My mission changed and vision altered,
Goalpost shifted and I somersaulted.
Perhaps, in the windings of life,
Attractions were galore,
Where arrogance was available even in a road side store,
And where ego had become the dubious cynosure.
Slowly, all these had become the handy recipes for success,
Where, show off had become the order of the day,
Humbleness had become the emblem of the frail,
And politeness the solemn disgrace.
So, to stay the course,
I deviated from my umbilical holds,
To become that fashionable rogue,
Where, I too, cheated to the fore,
And intimidated others, galore.
One day I met God while walking on the road,
Son! How are you?
Who are you?
Well I’m God your creator,
But you’re quite a traitor,
In utter disbelief,
He asked why?
I said because you belied,
About the journey of life,
By selling me the futile.
Where, it was arrogance you gave me some great mission,
Where, it was ego you gave me some stupid vision,
And where it was show off you gave me that wide goalpost.
But all that wasn’t required,
To rise higher,
So I changed my fire,
And with that my sire.
But son I had sent you there,
For everyone’s welfare,
But instead of welfare,
You became a malware,
And what will God do,
If it has sons like you?
That is your problem God,
If men can’t do what you want them to do,
Go create some other species,
That will help you chase,
Your mandate that is not easy.
Hold on my son,
Don’t throw such a referendum,
Life for you has just begun,
So, let me give you an ultimatum.
Mend your ways,
To those humble and noble sways,
For you have no idea,
Of the sum total of those stormy waves,
That will only strike you,
When you’re at the twilight of your days,
And that will be too late.
In pursuit of wild success man has imbibed arrogance, ego and show-off leaving behind those splendid virtues of a simple lifestyle. And it is only by practice of simple habits the sum total of your life will move towards the positive side.
By Kamlesh Tripathi
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