A Hero is still a human for life,
Even if others won’t think of it;
Fighting, Saving is what they see,
Not the person who buys groceries.
I asked him what do you do,
When you aren’t making villains scream;
And he talked about watching tv,
Or spending time with his family.
I asked her who flies and keeps a watch,
What do you fear the most as a Hero;
And her reply was just so repulsive,
That tolerant population might go down to Zero.
I asked another about how do you live,
And why do you go around saving others;
He replied that because he can afford it,
Some have to carry the burden on their shoulders.
I asked them – the ones standing at the stage,
If in future, will Heroes still be needed to save us?
And before I could even finish they asked,
The soldiers, doctors and others, aren’t they amongst us?
Hare like a Tortoise
Things keep moving forward in life,
And at times you wonder what to do;
Although there are tasks to execute,
You don’t know which to start, no clue.
And you remember a childhood story,
The one with tortoise and the hare;
And you decide to be a hare in all,
With the heart of a tortoise, you dare.