(Image Source: Sulaiman Sait)
soaring high
rising in herd
collapsing chaos
willing to be heard
days and nights
a rush for the berth
no time for love
nor death and birth
wings do flutter
a few tear away
in noisy clutter
hope hides it ray
needs taken for granted
greed has its say
chasing nothing
we've lost our way
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Most who follow this route end up in frustration. Be original. Be yourself.
ReplyDeleteVery true :-)
DeleteSuch Potent imagery. Dunno why but this reminded me of freidrich Nietzsche's 'slave morarility'
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DeletePowerful!
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DeleteI'm working on finding my way back to myself. Beautiful poem, Amrit.
ReplyDeleteThank You Sara :-)
DeleteChaos has no other way but to collapse . Brilliant rendition .
ReplyDeleteThanks Maliny :-)
Deletevery powerful..
ReplyDeleteSweet & Interesting post here. Thanks for your comment on my blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jamshed :-)
DeleteLosing our way is the very essence of chaos - beautifully illustrate here...sometimes it is better to fly with the flock
ReplyDeleteWell said Jae :-)
Delete''Chasing nothing we have lost our way''. So aptly concluded a fact.
ReplyDeleteThanks for participating. Keep writing :)
Powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank You Celestine :-)
DeleteVery well written. Loved the title of the poem :)
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