Maturing: the Adult Contest
Time seemed to be in abundance; enough to chew and brew
Sleep, play or gossip; enough to spare despite all that we blew
Dreams, expectations, full of flurry; no tick to stir the blurry
Life discarded as wasteful worry; hurry, worry all went to bury
I the Master, I the Supreme; others, the ordinary got little attention
Times came and crept by slowly; learning shirked away at mention
Who cares, motto was straight; something will happen, why haste
We will surely learn as we grow; grew we sure, but in utter waste
Overtime, the uncared suddenly became important; time was short
With hunched shoulders I prayed for mercy; hoping for His support
Help! I shouted, but they laughed; I got no solace, calm or sleep
Fear, unknown, induced a maddening; my end seemed so cheap
Mercy, somehow was restored; zero, the ordinary I learned to ask for
Time, the industry & thrift; I learnt to strive for, not ignore anymore.
(This poem is a modified (couplet) version of an old poem titled 'Transcendence' which was in Free Verse form.)
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2015
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