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THE RAT- RACE
In the heat of life,
There was never a summer,
But when the heat was over,
Only the winter got closer.
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In my hectic life,
I was always uptight,
About things that mattered,
And also about things that didn’t matter.
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In the days of heat,
Life was like a marathon race,
Where some pseudo brainwaves,
Had termed it as a rat race.
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One initially thought,
It’s a onetime race,
But sadly, it turned out to be,
A lifetime of a race.
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Where, the rats were surprised,
That it was some enterprise,
Where man stole the race,
And made it into a rat race,
And that too, without their gaze.
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It all started well,
Like the string of jingle bells,
But soon the jingle was over,
And you were left as a rover.
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There was so much to do,
And so much to improve,
Where I had my own dreams,
To brew and stew,
Until one day I realised,
I had a career to pursue.
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Between the race and career,
Man had no breather,
Soon he became a teaser,
And with that a big schemer.
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That resulted in endless pursuits,
And pointless disputes,
Bereft of generosity,
And full of ferocity,
Where humans were estranged,
And demons were ordained.
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From exhaustive to repetitive lifestyle,
To loads of competition,
Until one day I realised,
Sanity was about to get paralysed.
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As the stance of life was changing,
Where heat was evaporating,
Where winter was upstaging,
Grace was receding,
And where time was forsaking.
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Is when I asked the creator,
What happens now?
When heat becomes cold,
Summer becomes winter,
Hectic become skeptic,
And I become rustic.
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Nothing said the creator,
As good sense of life is always greater,
Then the rat race,
That happens to be a crater,
And in disguise a hater.
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So come out of the it,
To live in the winter,
That also has a summer,
That also has a shelter.
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For rat race is just a phase,
And phase should not be a craze,
And the ultimate is encased,
In the wisdom of faith.
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By Kamlesh Tripathi
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