Life’s Race

Time calls to run, so does duty

Still I walk slow.

Shattered are my aspirations, trampled are my emotions,

Weary are my arms, Damped are my senses.

Not a single chance to raise my head .

I’m always weighted down.

My face’s not front but low beneath.

Heavy are my shoulders to carry.

Loaded seems my body.

Still I have a silver lining,

My legs-----oh My legs…..

For it’s their work to walk;

They still reserve energy to run;

Still they could not take up pace,

Bringing me back in the race.

And who knows, maybe I break the final lace.

I want to try, yet I sometimes feel,

Why should I???

My life is not only mine.

I ‘m blamed each time.

No one throws blots but my owns,

I’m hurt each time.

I’m responsible for actions not mine..

Is this the reward to my greatest fall??

Perhaps hell’s better.

What worth life is??

Why should I continue the race.?

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak