
The path of truth, hard work and sincerity,
Of self-belief, faith, friendship and honesty,
The math of recognition, reward and money,
Of possession, procession and grand display,
Was mine, as was yours and was others.
Money can only take you some ten miles,
Till then, near and dear will all be smiles,
Once you show your weakness, bare hands,
A drooping graph, though you make amends,
You will be deserted with only you to fend.
Today, I am not only knee deep in water,
Each step slipping towards unknown destiny,
Taking further towards unending anxiety,
Getting wet, is not the fear, that in troubled waters,
Even the fish and tadpoles behave like sharks!
Hope one day, the water will become shallow,
Proving all those old counter theories hollow,
Neither the sand will slip nor the water will gulp,
Friends and families will again be there to help,
Smiles, flowers and joy will be at my door-step.
This poem is written for - EXPRESS YOURSELF CONTEST WEEK 19 – FEELINGS, link to which is :
http://ehsaas.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/03/express-yourself-contest-week-19-feelings.htm

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