Slow down a little my friend
, Take a deep breath ;
Look for shade somewhere nearby ,Have a little rest .
It’s been years you have been running , Up and down that
hill ;
That hill is wearing down now , you still have hours to
fill.
Wipe out that sticky sweat , glowing on your forehead ,
The lines on it are growing in number ,Like the crumbs of a
broken bread .
Untie your shoelaces , have a little spread ;
Let your ears drop their guard , and eyes close the lid .
Now with me remember
that little one , twenty years
ago ,
Amazed by the books
of mystery and wonder ,
how those eyes used to glow.
Remember how he used to run around , to catch the firefly;
And then free them all and look in wonder ,as they lit up the night .
How he used to make those faces of the clouds in the sky ;
And then feared to look back again , when he caught the
devils eye .
you will smile if you remember ,his sunny days in school ;
how he choked on words and said nothing
,
to that pretty girl who spoke.
How he prayed for the game of cricket to all the gods he knew;
Telling them to be
friends with one another and help him get his due .
Those innocent words rings clear in my head , so much of it
was true;
But the little boy is now all lost , and guile is all you know .
Don’t tell me it’s the way to be , as the world is same
around ;
You just have to do
these deeds , nothing else you can find
.
Don’t tell me your heart still aches , when you see misery
around ;
I have seen you joke and laugh at will , as someone nursed her wounds.
Success is a transit point my friend , it will come and go ;
Life is one that little boy lived , not the one you seem to
know .
Look for him and take him back , he is just behind the door
,
Stroke his hair as he
slowly whispers , the key to live once more.
