Forgetting

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.