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?
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.
Understand that every passing day,
I feel a surge in the wish to meet;
Until now who was an amazing person,
I figured, changed into my heart beat.
If they could just show appreciation,
From the depth of their heart;
For the things that are done,
Rather than blaming for being apart;
And focus on understanding the other,
Hitting the right notes from the start;
That would be a wonderful thing,
And the actual partner’s part;
Because ..at the end of the day,
You. This moment. That smile is an art.
Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.
So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.
I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.
Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.
I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.
Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.
It’s distributed in levels,
The love I have for you;
Hesitant to take every step,
Is the next one already due?
What if I take the next step,
But all there is just darkness;
Will you be the light to guide me,
Or leave me longing for some brightness?
I really want to climb further,
If you would allow me to;
Else there is nothing I can do,
Please just give me a clue?
I think we can continue on,
Without thinking about the future;
Just live the present and move,
Wait, I shouldn’t care if I am the suitor?
Perhaps the time will come,
The truth will, slowly, show;
If the path is made of roses,
Or this will be another blow.
Whether it’s our parents, or the friends,
We hardly show gratitude for what they do;
And yet everytime a stranger helps us,
We smile at them and say ‘Thank you’?
Perhaps even I am such a person,
And maybe, even you are too;
What we could do is support each other,
Living alone can only be done by few.
Then again, stranger things have happened,
At times like these, even more so;
When people are isolated even from family,
Or they hide away, seeing others as a foe?
Indeed, it is a tolerant world out there,
Running around, trying harder for money;
Which is good, everyone has preferences,
But who do you live for, this or your honey?
We fear the stumbling of economy,
Rather than the number of people lost;
What exactly are we going to achieve,
If the person whom we started for, goes.
In this haphazard life, we lost,
We lost the way that we once saw;
Why was everything clear earlier,
Who made us forget what once was raw.
We leaned on each other,
Without much battling an eye;
But have our egos grown this much,
That truth is less spoken than a lie.
Where then, did we lose our way,
Going through this haphazard life;
The way leading to riches and fame,
Moving forward without pointing a knife.