The Survivor - Danapani

 

How you are tied to a yoke of Daily Routine ?

To Whom you bend down repeatedly ,

And in search of what ? 

Bending down were you able to reach heights ?

From those heights were you able to see better?

How the routine days went in dark ? 

For end of the tunnel is unseen as you walk along,

Towards the elusive economic prize.

Bending down you reached the heights,

To command many at will and the listening numbers grew.

So Many Mutual lies and Back stabbing fests.

What Delight to be on other side of the Stick.

So Many days lost in routine,

So Many things gained by routine,

As you introspect,

The Means you have used to achieve this poise, 

A Doubts too Many,

A prickly thorn,

An Unknown Anxiety,

Jointly Galloping on your Balancing scales,

Why you are tied to a yoke of Daily Routine?

For you do not know anything else.

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Far away lies another Daily Routine,

Devoid of many frills and Joys.

A Humble surrender to the omnipresent.

A divine agenda forged across eons,

For the wavering mind finds its hold

On this everlasting answer.