A Chase

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Since birth
It’s an endless chase.
A carrot was hung before me
And I was made to run.

Run....run......
Surpass others
Make sure you grab it
Before anyone.

The carrot went on
Changing its nature and color
Once you hung it for me
Now see, I have my own.

Once a compulsion
Now an instilled obsession
Drives me hard
Says, run and run.

Dropped humanity
Lost love
Stay behind;
Time for none.

Is it all I am here for?
Bother sometimes
A raising question.

13-Jun-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Very well written sir....feel connected

Priyanka Bhatt Arora
28-Nov-2014 07:53 AM

Khuror kol?

TagoreBlog
17-Jun-2012 20:13 PM

Thank you so much for your comments, Raghavji, Prof. and Rupradhaji.

Kingshuk
14-Jun-2012 10:09 AM

lovely

Rupradha
14-Jun-2012 04:34 AM

Very good poem!

flame
13-Jun-2012 20:04 PM

nice poem and a significant question in the end, I liked it.

raghav
13-Jun-2012 13:24 PM