RAT RACE
Another day is wasted…
Another moment gone.
Idle we sit
And million rats are born!
They run for the cheese.
They run for the bread.
They roam around in filth.
Ah! The boundless busy trade…
Nobody of them know
Where the cheese is.
But nobody is fed up
of daily maze or quizzies.
Instead they wander
with zeal and zest
Until they get a crumb,
No time to rest.
Though the day gets wasted
Their body exhausted
They yet feel enchanted
By just thinking about their cheese.
Another day starts
Another race begins
Yet we sit idol
And million rats win!
Another day is wasted…
Another moment gone.
Idle we sit
And million rats are born!
They run for the cheese.
They run for the bread.
They roam around in filth.
Ah! The boundless busy trade…
Nobody of them know
Where the cheese is.
But nobody is fed up
of daily maze or quizzies.
Instead they wander
with zeal and zest
Until they get a crumb,
No time to rest.
Though the day gets wasted
Their body exhausted
They yet feel enchanted
By just thinking about their cheese.
Another day starts
Another race begins
Yet we sit idol
And million rats win!
2 Write your comment:
Great work!
Honestly, You write like one of those huge poets. Try publishing your works. Especially 'rat race' brings out so much... Great thoughts! Great works!
And thanks for the comment.
I guess things are better when they come to you naturally.
I mean, i wrote this thing just an hour after it occurred...!
@ aniket chakravarthy
thank you so much 4 d comments.
It was really very motivating...
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