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Mottakeenur Rehman

People are frequently in a hurry, 
rushing to complete their tasks before the next day begins.
They run, rush, and push through the crowded streets.
There's a constant struggle to keep up with the pace of life,
As ambulance sirens wail,
patients die on the way.
And the same siren cuts through the traffic and paves the way for the political leader !

Life - everyone feels the pain of not getting it right.
Some take their own lives, while others claim to be living on their own terms.
But in reality, they are both dead inside.
For one, life is stagnant and unexciting,
While for the other, suffering is an ever-present shadow,
But still he says with a smile, "I am the seed of creation,
And nothing can ruin my practice.
If I can inspire someone, even in the form of plagiarism or piracy ,
How can I give up the desire to live?"

In fact, everyone wants to take the shortest path,
To avoid the obstacles that block their way.
Bank, bazaar, school, and college - the roads are always full,
With traffic and special messages at every turn.
But life cannot be held back!
It's dynamic, always changing,
Which is why the search for shortcuts is so tempting!
They speed along in search of a quicker way,
But in doing so, many drivers lose their lives.
Life says, "This is the shortest path you seek,
But in your search for a shortcut, your lifespan is shortened.
Beware of death, who sings the praises of your shortcut idea."

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2023 02:46
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  • L. B. Mek

    a great read
    so well presented, dear poet
    words that force us
    to look within and consider
    that toll
    of ambition and blinkered hope..
    (venerability of speed, is what warps
    progress
    into cyclicality's horror stratospheres
    modernity's, nihilism
    as precursor to humanity's loss of identity
    like those dinosaur's
    we'll soon realise, not much distance
    between all conquering
    and carcass, remains
    it's all spilt sands, in but a glimpse
    of a universe's blink...)

  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    I wanted to remove this poem as I didnot get any comment ...but Now I got from a faithful one...That means This piece has something ...Thank you so much!❤️🙏🙏



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