A Grim Reality Of World Life - I Poem by Ramesh T A

Beautiful birds were flying free in the Sky;
Fluffy clouds were floating around above them;
And he was walking in the street straight to
The place he was working in the factory right!

As Rama to Dasaratha he was working like a bull
Tied to the yoke of a cart beyond all limits of patience;
With the only aim of developing the industry in mind
He concentrated on developments forgetting all things!

Like an Electric Train he wanted to go fast in life;
But obligations made him go as Goods Train on track
Laid already by his elders on the traditional model
That created monotony and frustration unavoidable!

Free as a bird he could not fly anywhere even in free time
Due to the place he was living in sans friends or anyone;
Friends also he could not meet very often due to distances
And placement of them in jobs at different distant places!

He was staked firm to such a heavy mechanical life
That he had to work as an oil mongering bull ever!
How awkward it would be working so sans relief
Unless changed by God’s grace the fate of his life!

Nothing can change the life of individual but by miracle;
Who can bell the cat to change the fate by revolution?
One can be a revolutionary only as long as one is young;
But becoming old one can’t avoid succumbing to tradition!

Intelligent, young and strong only can cope with the fight;
Comprehension, realization and commitment come late
Before one could think, visualize, plan and execute ambition
To enjoy and free oneself to achieve destiny of one’s life!

Unable to feel proud of anything bulls rely on caste only;
They form a group to fight for their cause good or bad.
So, individuals of mettle though try hard would be nil
And whatever meritorious work they do won’t click!