Sitting in class, with a sore throat and a feverish body,
As I look past, I see people at work,
Pens racing on papers,
Fingers racing on the keyboards of laptops.
Piercing gazes, frowning temples,
Confident gestures, never- giving up the zeal,
A sense of survival in the rat race seeps in.
Not in me, I am numb!
As I stare at these faces,
It makes me wonder!
Am I lazy or ignorant?
Is this needed?
To me it seems no important,
A sudden feeling of over achieving in the warm air of the
room
I feel nothing.
I realize it forms a smile on my face
As I look down
Down upon such souls indulging in the race
Almost killing each other with motives unhealthy
Discarding compassion,
a lack of concern and love.
They de-throne with words, battle with beliefs and doom you
with gazes.
I feel I am contended,
With no urge to involve myself here.
I feel I belong somewhere calmer, more sensitive and humane,
Where people should belong
In supporting, comforting concerns for each other.
The reason for my actual being is being compassionate
I need not growl,
I need not be loud to put across my word.
Every soul, here and now
Has the liberty to express and bestow.
I feel we are given the time and opportunity
That we undermine.
Thereby, I say;
You need not hurry;
Need not cry
Need not feel helpless.
For your time shall come.
Where you shall pave your way
Through the path you engraved
With the seeds you have sown
Beautiful it would be
To belong in a world you have longed for,
Nurturing every dream that will be
For you and only you.
Without a grain of compulsion,
You soar like a magnificent bird
Cutting through the toughest of winds,
Emerging with glistening faith
In you and only you.
Fear not,
Bleed not,
As it is patience to seek.
As you will reign one day,
With no regrets but contentment deep within.
-Nikita Hazarika
7th Feb 2015
