Life's a picnic, I am a picnicker
Why do I behave I belong to here
Why the baggage of past do I carry
Why the newer things do I parry
Why do I worry of the future
And not the today that I nurture
Why do I tie myself to chains
When I know it will not make any gains
Why do I kill my heart
And seek solace in some art
Why can't I set my spirit free
And yet be silent as a tree
Why can't I just celebrate this picnic
And promise myself never to panic
Life's a picnic, I am a picnicker
Why do I behave I belong to here
So true! Good one.
ReplyDeleteGood one. Maduve hatra bandhanga hinge ella poetry baritaara :)
ReplyDeleteGanapa, please don't try to pradeepize my image. I will not tolerate that. :)
DeleteLiked the thought process in this one maga. One sincere comment; try writing them in Kannada/Hindi. I feel anything other than English would get more weightage to the feelings of the poem. It's a known issue with the English sentence formation.
ReplyDeleteआपने फरमाइश की और हम हाज़िर हुए
Deleteदोस्त तो हमारे दिल के बादशाह है
उनकी बात हम टाले भी तो कैसे
उनकी यादों के सायें में तो हमारा गुज़ारा होता है