Forgetting
Published by Sanket Rathod under growth, health, house, life, moments, race, relations, road on Sunday, October 16, 2016
I watered the little sapling
Dreaming of a cool and shaded tomorrow
And the fruits that, someday, I may
reap off it,
Forgetting that the young one was
just a subtle herb.
I bit into the juicy fruit
Aspiring health and wellness eternal,
While worrying too about its unknown
origins,
Forgetting, in the process, to savour its taste.
I hurried on and on, on the endless
busy road,
Squeezing through to make it before
everyone else,
As if racing the very earth and time itself,
Forgetting to look around, staying
ever unaware.
I’ve lived through many relations
Some - with casual dedication, others
- responsibly,
Ever awaiting a perfect life full of
perfect people,
Forgetting to live the little moments
that were life too, in fact.
I laid bricks upon bricks
Raising my walls higher than my neighbours’,
Seeking to build a tower that reached
heavens,
Forgetting that I only needed a house
with a roof.