Passion

Casting his big fishing net into the sea,

He waited, rather impatiently,

"Could he find a lobster this time?", he wondered,

After months of just buckets of fish.

For, this fisherman fancied lobsters above all,

Longing to descry at least one and take it home,

Finally when the net was hauled up,

Amidst the grey streamlined bodies, was an orange creature.

"Hurray!", yelled the ecstatic man,

And holding the orange crustacean,

Displayed it to the men on the beach,

But they only laughed at him, all derisively.

In the vast sea of myriad creatures, 

He had at last found his preferred one,

Just like in our world of varied interests and domains,

One becomes thrilled to find their passion at last.

Just like the men living on the coast,

Who mocked him for exulting over it,

Our fellow human beings might ridicule one,

Who shows deep enthusiasm about something particular. 

If one possesses a passion,

Diligently tending to it each day,

Then he sure will be saved,

From the tsunami of existential crisis and wasting of time.

It is passion, that often pulls one back,

When he is on the brink of a high cliff,

It is passion, that puts one on a high platform,

With an admiring and applauding crowd beneath.