In this jungle of chaos
We seem to be sprinting towards the gallows
Not knowing when to stop
Or pausing to look around
We call this life
And we pretend to be doing ‘fine’!
If only we could see
What all this was doing to the ‘me’
But we don’t care
And nor are we aware
Of the damage it has done
With the constant run
But there will come a time
When we'll hear the chime
Reminding us to stop and reflect
On all things that are left behind
© Trina Sarkar-Mohapatra, All rights reserved
2 comments:
so true
Agree! Well-written!
I read it once and then read it slowly again. And again...each time, I had to remind myself to "understand" and read...go deep.
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