Plunged into
The darkness of despair,
Of aloneness, deadlines, and distress;
Shoved into
The rat race
For material wealth;
Everything else
Has lost
Its meaning.
Walking barefoot
On the wet grass
Hand-in-hand;
The rising sun,
The morning mist,
The cock’s clarion call;
The colourful butterflies;
The fluttering of
Their velvety wings;
The myriad leaves
Dropping from
The autumn trees;
Everything
Has lost
Its meaning.
The chuckles
Of an infant,
Its tiny hands;
The smiling face
Of a child
When he sees the candy-man;
The sheer joy
Of the first
Bicycle ride;
The family get-togethers,
The weekend outings
To the neighbourhood park;
The hilarious jokes,
The mischievous pranks,
Pulling each other’s legs;
The fun and frolic,
The carefree laughter,
Life’s little pleasures;
Everything
Has lost
Its meaning.
//Togetherness, Happiness,
Time to Spare
Have become rare commodities.//
31st October 2006
12.34 pm
asma bahrainwala
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-has-lost-its-meaning/
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