A relaxing Sunday afternoon…
The outcome of an injured toe!
Otherwise, this modern man never stops.
Not even in sleep, not even in death.
The humdrum of life is like the gears of a running clock;
All intertwined with each other, if one stops, all stop.
We barely know what we are running after
Some would say money, some would say joy
Some would say love, some salvation
But, the truth is, that, we are all jokers
We entertain each other on the stage of this world.
But, nobody knows what happens, when the show ends and the curtains fall
The jokers disappear into oblivion
They are forgotten and hardly thought of
They are meant to be funny and entertaining
Likewise, we humans like people who are cheerful and gay
Who make merry and make us forget our troubles
While the ones who ail in pain are gradually distanced
They are less often visited and buried in the sub-conscious mind
It is a rat race until the finishing line arrives
We notice not what we are leaving behind till the last breath
So, let us not wait for that finishing line
Let us pause and ponder and have a look around
To admire what is there and acknowledge our gifts
Make this life a thousand lives
Make these colors a rainbow line!