Infinite progress

 

                         By : Gargi Mishra

From womb to tomb

we are on a constant quest....

To prove the worth of

our very existence....

Whether you have the

mettle for the mission or not...

Whether your body gives 

you permission or not....

You may not be ready

it's chilled to your bone...

Your ligaments may tear,

but still you got to run...

A pattern of connection

Is formed with people you pass

You might be walking

together for past few hours

Will give you the foothold to

The stuffs that you love 

Remember they are the secret

agent sent right from above 

Before you wake up 

right from the nightmare

They will disappear 

from your wide eyed stare

They are the ones

You mustn't let go

Recognize the fake ones

Who massage your ego

From swooping birds and the peeping moon

Your fantasy will be shifted soon

The neon lights, the gimmicks and beer 

The towering buildings touching stratospheres 

The elevator, the concrete, the cables and wire

Will change the definition of your real desire

While you flap-off temporarily with fulfilling feathers

 Like popping bubbles your dreams will weather

So don't keep basking in the glory of success

Serve others, do good, for an infinite progress