Slave of Time...

This is the poem which is very very close to my heart... I am a medical student thanks to this poem... This one's straight from my heart and I am sure it will find place in the hearts of my readers as well... Enjoy!!!

A few days before full of courage and power,

I was independent and free and was the master of my desire.

But then things changed beyond the imagination of mine,

My feathers were cut by the demon of time.

I was asked to forget all my hopes and desires,

My wishes were neglected and my dreams were set on fire.

I became the puppet of time,

I got what it gave but nothing was mine.

I laughed on its orders and sighed when it said,

I followed its orders like a humble maid.

Pleased with my services, it gave me all luxuries,

It smiled at me and freed me from my miseries.

It laughed loudly and majestically proclaimed,

“Time ruins you to give pleasures more than you have dreamt.”

It smiled and it said- “Now go my lass,

The thorns of your life have been converted in green grass.

Pleasures will welcome you in each turn of life,

You will bath in gold and you will be free from your strife.”

I went ahead on my way

For a while it felt good.

I enjoyed the bright day,

And tried to be as happy as I could.

But inspite of all this my heart never sang,

It lay bare without pleasure the bell of fun never rang…

I went again in the court of time,

To ask for true justice.

I quarreled with the culprit of mine,

To win my inner-self’s peace.

Time proudly said- I have given you all,

Money, fame and leisure.

Tell me then the reason to call,

The king of destiny an offender?

I said to it your majesty I agree,

You gave me all things of virtual pleasure.

But tell me my lord from where should I get

The key of my innerself’s treasure?

Each day I bath in gold and spend nights in dollar’s cot,

But how should I make my numb heart sing, Tell me oh my lord!

I remember the day my dreams where burnt,

Was the last day when my heart cried.

And since that day I am dying to listen

My hearts humble voice…

I worked hard to keep up in this race of time,

I ignored my heart and even its mime.

I was made to forget my dreams my lord,

So inspite of luxuries I am lying on bed of sword.

Ashes of my aspires ruin me each day,

I do not complain but have only one thing to say.

That even though they may not fruit as sown,

But dreams are the one which are one’s own.

They may not generate as much money and name,

But they give an eternal satisfaction greater than any fame.

Once you are caught in time’s web then,

You would be left trembling in its den.

Break the chain of time once and see,

Free from its captivation you will feel happy and free…

You would fly in the sky of freedom

Listening to your heart is the real wisdom.

Even dry bread and floor is great treasure,

When you do the job of your own pleasure.

Fame and Name are the shadows of time ,

They will leave you once you are left by time.

So listen carefully to the advice of mine,

Go with your heart and Never be the slave of time…