Spare a thought !

Is this kind of life just worth living?


From morning to night one toils down,


With enough of worries n tension bound.


Struggling n wearying in this deceptive world,


Where things are prioritised n people are hurled..


Right from childhood, this pressure mounts,


Our minds are shaped just to think of amounts.


How materialistic this world has become !!!


Nowadays helping and giving is not a one way traffic,


Its the expectation in return which makes it tragic.


Love,caring and sharing have become things of the past,


Day by day its declining don't know till when will it last..


Is our birth in this world just worth all these?


Life here has made us a puppet,


Made us do things,all within the same bucket,


Never made us think beyond it,


Never made us act beyond it,


In fact never allowed us to make the most of it.


Remember there's only one life for our taking,


Don't be a slave but an architect for this making.


Feeling greatly mesmerised after this writing,


Is this kind of life just worth living?


-BD


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Life in Mumbai !

The day starts with a morning tea..

When the sun shines above the sea..

Unaware of the joys and sorrows in the head..

So calm so nice seems the day ahead..

But then the city wakes up..

And the ugly truth shows up..

Water gushing from the pipes to..

The doorbells ringing more than twice..

Constant yelling by the wives to..

The vadapavs selling down the lines..

People here seem to race against time..

As they find themselves never on time..

Crowded local trains called the lifelines..

Carrying people throughout the times..

With aims so high and dreams so wide..

People around here continue to stride..

They seem to be in a maze..

Don't know where exactly to gaze..

Hours of suffering for their small bearings..

Is what it takes to see their children prospering..

Multi-religious and multilingual..

Rich n poor..

Its a home to all..

And is what we call....

MUMBAI !!


-BD