It's a new day.I get up and say.'Today, I am gonna run!''For sure, it's gonna be fun.'
Somebody once told me that life's a race.This is the only reality you've to face.I agreed to it, thinking, 'How true?'Run, that's all I am supposed to do.Oh! it's gonna be fun.This race called life, I'm gonna run!
I run and run until the day comes to an end.I come back home, smashing my friends.Accomplished, happy, but tired.I drop to my bed. Bleary-eyed.And fall into the trap of my dreams.Where the race ain't over, that's what it seems.
It's another race there.Tougher, if not equal, I swear!Life's a race, how true?That's the little secret I would tell you.
For years, the process continues.Successes many, failures few.I grow old, still racing.Without any idea of what I have been chasing.Years go by, my fate awaits.It seems bad, as if I had missed something great.
The messenger of 'Death' appears.I am dreadfully tired, full of tears.For, my time has come.I can't see what I have done.And what, undone!
In a bass voice, he speaks to me.As though a grave decree.'I can't take you!' He commands.'I'm done with my life. Why can't you?' I demand.'Because you already died.''When?' I cried.'The day you started running, out of your own choice.'
Suddenly, a memory flashes before my eyes.'Weren't you the one who gave me that advice?''That life is a race.''That's the only reality what I've to face.'
'Ah! Yes, but you got it all wrong!''That was not even the part of my song'Then he sang, 'Life is a grace.''That's the only reality, you've to face.'
My eyes open up, suddenly.I find myself lying in dark, all lonely.Someone pulls my head. And it's all light.And I scream out loud, as if in fright.A lady in white cuts the cordThat connected me to my God.And I see, the only reality I could faceIs that life's a grace.
'A life within a life can also be a death within a life.' This interesting thought made me compose the poem above. Hope you're able to appreciate it.
Life's a grace, bestowed upon us. Don't follow the herd, rather make your own.