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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Toil

A long walk in blooming greenery
With wild oak trees for company
Wind whispering secrets to lilies,
And streams humming tunes lazily

Isn't a solitary long walk catharsis
Relieving soul of many a menace?
Hold on! There is to it another face
Real truth is that life is a mad race

Toil is fated for us all, you and me
We have to work, quite inevitably
Be in office or in dust, we've to see
That kitchen fires burn comfortably

And this slog sucks each second
Of our rhetoric mundane being
Years pass and leave most of us
With mere dreams of walk-in-woods




19 comments:

  1. Yes,the reality of life permits no space for dream walks in the wood.This has been ably captured in the beautiful rhyming verse.

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    1. Hello Nana

      Yes, very true. Thanks a lot, I am happy you liked the poem.

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  2. The true reality of life but we can always find solace even for sometime be it in the walk among woods!

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    1. Hi Vandana

      yes, a walk is really very calming :)

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  3. Life goes on, our dreams and goals shape us, but all in all we are in a race and often forget the things that truly make us happy. Thanks for sharing that!

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    1. Hi blogoratti

      yes, u've hit the nail! :)

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  4. Well written. That's the way life is.

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  5. Someone’s toil makes life easier at other end. Wonderful poem expressed the bliss and stress at same time.

    Loved the last two lines in third stanza!

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  6. Hi Emmanuel

    Thanks a lot!

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  7. "There is a door you have closed forever
    and some mirror is expecting you in vain;
    To you the crossroads seem wide open,
    Yet watching you, four faced, is a Janus." - Borges.

    Is it fatalism? or is it a choice that we have made?

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    1. Hi Aman

      lovely lines by Borges! Thanks for sharing!

      It can be both. Sometimes, fate decides for us and we are lest with nothing but one way- of toil.

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