Peeping out through my window,
I find nothing but chaos,
People running helter- skelter,
for they have no time to waste.
Chores over in the blink of an eye,
By beings of magic,
A swish of the wand,
A click and all in right place.
Competition- Life's a race,
The first to finish in a fast pace,
Is said to be the successful one,
Is said to be the great one.
But man, what about the last,
What about him/her you ask?
Why leave your brethren there,
It's human values to help other's.
So stop,stop for a minute,
Think back,
Try to help, Try to pause,
For then you would notice.
The beauty your life is,
The beauty it would have been,
if you had left the past,
And forgotten about the future,
And stayed in the present.
For then you then you would have stopped,
Stopped and helped those you simply passed,
Thinking they are nothing but scum,
Thinking their hums- tuneless,
not worth, nor praisable.
For then you would have noticed,
Noticed even the smallest things and be contended,
A smile booming in that face,
The smile being a true one, blessed and heartfelt.
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