Falling prey to his sensual rogues,
Caught in the delusion that it is a vogue,
Having lost his calm and cool,
He is but a hoodwinked fool.
A carcass in the jaws of the carnivore,
Choosing to be devoured,
His body burning in the flames of desire,
His mind turning ignited by the fire,
Ignoring counsel and words of wisdom,
Dismissing it as coming from a boring herd,
Like a zombie he lives life,
Oblivious to his miserable plight,
He lets his senses sway him about,
Lashing things left and right,
His mind losing its grip fast,
He stares, helpless, unaware, lost -
And today's society likes and cheers,
Like cynics afflicted with the same plague, his peers,
He follows as sheep, aimless and adrift,
Throwing empty words of fashion and logic,
He is but a moron, devoid of thought,
Misguided by his fellows who share his fate,
One day he will face a hurtful fall,
Knocking sense into his hardened skull,
It will fill him with compassion for young ones,
Who choose the path he'd once tread on,
But lo, his tongue is tied, for a herd he's joined,
One he'd named and mocked.
Written at Biosciences Lab, IIT Bombay 15th Oct, 2016 (7:20pm) - improvised on the morning of 16th Oct
Caught in the delusion that it is a vogue,
Having lost his calm and cool,
He is but a hoodwinked fool.
A carcass in the jaws of the carnivore,
Choosing to be devoured,
His body burning in the flames of desire,
His mind turning ignited by the fire,
Ignoring counsel and words of wisdom,
Dismissing it as coming from a boring herd,
Like a zombie he lives life,
Oblivious to his miserable plight,
He lets his senses sway him about,
Lashing things left and right,
His mind losing its grip fast,
He stares, helpless, unaware, lost -
And today's society likes and cheers,
Like cynics afflicted with the same plague, his peers,
He follows as sheep, aimless and adrift,
Throwing empty words of fashion and logic,
He is but a moron, devoid of thought,
Misguided by his fellows who share his fate,
One day he will face a hurtful fall,
Knocking sense into his hardened skull,
It will fill him with compassion for young ones,
Who choose the path he'd once tread on,
But lo, his tongue is tied, for a herd he's joined,
One he'd named and mocked.
Written at Biosciences Lab, IIT Bombay 15th Oct, 2016 (7:20pm) - improvised on the morning of 16th Oct
Oh Raam
ReplyDeleteLost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit!
Tagore!
Reminded of his poem.
Didn't know you've read Gitanjali
DeleteSuperb Lines.. Would definitely be etched in the firmament of TIME..!
ReplyDeleteWow thanks
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