As we go about our busy schedule in life
Amidst the trivialities and strife
We often forget the beauty and bounty
With which our life is spread
Bills to pay, errands to run
Is that the only fun?
We are not leading life but are lead
Biologically alive but senses dead.
As child the shoulder is laden with books
Hurry at home for snacks and lunch to cook
At school hardly time to spend at recess
Nobody to pacify and caress
Math, science and other teachers
Great they are, successful as preachers
Hour after hour information is crammed
Ignoring how the creative acumen is harmed.
Gone are the days of school
Pre-school, pre-primary, primary and high school
From school to 10+2 responsibility doubled
Silent waters we appear, though troubled
Not just college to go
Tutorials, prep institutions to attend
Sarma, Prashanti, Matrushri and so on
Will prepare you join Ramaiah’s sojourn
Ramaiah will prepare in turn for IIT, IIIT and NIT
So crazy has become the society
Chasing madly one after the other
Hardly have we realized how the time swept like feather.
Once into IIT rules and deadlines to adhere
Away from the family we thither
Projects, papers and activities
Life is full of pretence and vanities
Parents are proud IITcian is son
They all expect lots and midnights to burn
I couldn’t say enough, no more!
Books, books and books since I was just four
Who really thinks of me I mourn
Teachers and parents were alike spitefully stern.
O’ Lord! Hey Lord! O’ Almighty! O’ omniscient!
Guide me to make sense and understand
Precious and true purpose on the land
Take me out from chaos and the mess
Help me understand the things beyond commonsense
Pondering, wondering I spent my day
Gathered all thoughts sublime and stray
Silent on the terrace under the star studded sky I lay
A voice, somber and queer, screams
‘Lead life king-size; follow your dreams’.
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Author:
Dr.Sandhya Tiwari (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hardly people realize how mechanical the life has become, madly chasing satisfaction in success. Not limiting this to them-self parents thrust this on the children and they become the scapegoat. Most of the times, before the child starts dreaming the dreams are crushed. Father wants son to top the list, mother expects 90+percentile but about the child what does he want? what kind of love and concern is this where the child is denied freedom. In this poem an attempt is made to reflect on the typical Indian set-up in the present society, where students take coaching and test to prepare for another coaching and test,so on so forth it continues. hope you all will like it. Hoping for the best Sandhya
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Comments3
You are such a great poet. I love the way you write about life.its a blessing to have you on here
thanks a lot, I'm honored.
I enjoy your authentic original ideas which don't sound bookish.
Happy to find you on Poems and Poetry. though I live in India we are meeting on WWW.........
Would love to read your next poem and shall look forward to that.
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