Lost Destination

Lost Destination short poem


Lost Destination
I peep through the window:
they keep running
with the mobiles humming
warming up their frozen spirits
till the last breath in them.

They run every morning
on the bank of the lake
to be afar from the din
in the cities, their world
of money , power and status
pursuing their insatiated thirst
for the supreme titles, ranks
like Tatas, Birlas or Ambanis .

Man runs for his health
to accelerate his running behind his wealth.
Man’s life is woven between
these two,faces of the same coin.
wealthy man hangs around his health
to drench with mirth
in the stream of wealth.

But the poor peasant,nature’s friend
toiling in mud inviting pleasant health
that is his wealth supersedes
the wealth of currency notes forever.
What a pity ! a wealthy man in the craze of running
strives to save his wrecking health to retain his fortune..

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Such a true account of a rich man’s pursuit of health after mocking at it …Wonderful!


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