The Striver… the Survived

One who gets up in the morning

To find an empty dining table is pathetic,

One who’s thirsty on a summer noon

Finding an empty wallet is a starver,

One who waits in the park with a bunch of flowers

To find none turn up is wretched,

One who gets back from work

To find his house seized is miserable,

A woman to wake up in a strange place

With a bleed on the bed linen is tortured,

One who wakes up to see

A “good bye “note alongside is a sufferer,

Now for all the situations

Being synonymous and clipped

In between life’s many situations

Like spikes after blossoms,   

Happiness after a grief

Astonishment after hopelessness 

Cheerfulness after anguish

Ecstasy after immense pain,

Once in awhile this is sure

To be encountered

In a same quantity for the beggar

As well as the billionaire,

But you once would turn back
And smile at it

For it has been the pillar

That had held you up from

The never ending crowd

Of  ever flowing human river…