Never too late…

This happened to me once
When I walked and walked
To find something or someone
I saw trees covered by their branches
Big wavy branches 
And they were letting every drop of water 
On the ground
Drop by drop through their leaves
I saw those drops of water
Seeping into the cracked earth
I saw people and humanity
Fighting with each other
When I was a child
I was once playing football
And I accidentally kicked the ball
Into our own goal post 
Which I was supposed to protect
I knew that it was foolish
But as I grew up I saw everyone doing it
Not on the football ground
But on the battlefield of life
Shouldn’t we be on humanity’s side?
Why are we kicking the ball into our own goal post?
These thoughts raced through my mind
As I raced on the streets 
I finally reached somewhere
It was the place where my body was burned 
The ashes were now cold
I tried to mingle with the particles of ashes
But I couldn’t do it
Was it too late?
It was not too late I realized
As I heard my alarm ringing.

0 thoughts on “Never too late…”

  1. Ameena k.g says:

    I love the analogy in this. Truly at times, we are the cause of our own destruction. A wonderful poem

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you ameena for reading

  2. indishe says:

    A very thoughtful take on human life

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much

  3. Diana says:

    I’m developing a slight addiction to your mind. I will he needed regular doses.

    1. shreyans says:

      I will be super glad then.

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