What a race of the race!
Men of the race in rat's race
Ready to take the help of the other,
Ready to enjoy the love of the other,
But forget instantly all those And assume a novel pose.
They all are mechanical in relation,
They all are artificial in concern,
They bid goodbye to the past,
For the past is past, for-ever-lost
They love alone the present's structure,
A stature built not for the future
For me, the past is the fountain
Cud, deeply inexhaustible ever to retain
For an unstoppable recollection,
A lesson on past deception
To get my help was their vision,
They showered praises in profusion
Me as their guide, as their god
They never appeared odd
As they looked brotherly and friendly
Treated me lovingly and affectionately
I always felt they should not face
All hazards I faced in my case
That was my distinction
That was my life-diction
They are now apparently unseen
Unheard in the present scene
There was all that up-surge of emotions,
Surely hidden under selfish missions,
Then they were in the utmost need
Now the need is over indeed
Necessity, the mother of invention,
Clear to establish human relation.
The tree of a sapling never forgets the gardener
The sprout of a seed never forgets the shower
In that case, they are not human beings
Nor are they fellow livings.
On my recall all, they appear mocking
By clear chuckling, at me joking
All a topsy-turvy in man's race But not in time's race.
METVERSE MUSE
Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020
60th Issue
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