The mundane Day
Today seems so mundane
Same old story
Traffic, work and dinner time
And some thing to watch on TV, may be
So I don’t pay hid to this day.
Go to sleep
And wake up next day
To start the cycle all over again.
Then after twenty or thirty years
When the events have been
Covered with the sand of time
I wonder what happened
How did the small toddlers
Become adult and left home
What did consume my moments?
Either in agony or in ecstasy
And it does not seem fair
That time passed so quickly
Leaving me to hang on
To weatherized body
With a mind
That thinks it does not age.
It does not seem fair
That we all
Who were playing soccer bare foot
In rain drenched field
Suddenly find to be old
And some playing with grand kids.
The game is finished so quickly
Before I am ready to start the journey
The right way.
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Babru
May 18, 2009 |