My age looks upon me
with several questions
Some assertions
some justifications
are not what it wants.
It persuades me
for once ,
Listen to your heart
lock some new doors
of life,
Speed up to the beats of
the wind
As if ,
this is the last moment
you have got
I feel like I want to
but my mind
rifts apart,
persuading me to
throw myself
in the eluring world
of materialism.
Oh! my heart goes
your world is at your toes
Run away and have solace
No! the brain demands
you may have
some reprimands
This world is your place.
Coming out of
thoughts,
I return
to my daily chores
Brain grins
and heart sinks,
with zest no more.