Tuesday, 12 March 2013

TIM


                                                          TIM

He was new in the city
And the city was new to him.
But slowly they were knowing each other
The city of joy ….. and Tim.

Tears rolled down with a sigh
When he saw the helpless mothers cry.
But he was then being mocked
By every one who passed by.

The city whispered, its how they earn
Their children are fed on people’s sympathy.
And that is how Tim grew
Getting rid of the fake emotion - pity.

“Love one, love all”- they said
And he did love every soul.
But every smile he offered
Was ignored, for he was a fool.

The city patted him slowly
“Selfless world is a hypothesis”- it did say.
And Tim realized, there is no love
He got a new lesson that day.

He talked, he smiled, and he cared for all
And his pain, he kept them aside.
Though he thought he had friends
No one cared for what he cried.

The city did care, and offered its lap
It said- “you are your only true friend”.
And Tim thought “I guess that’s true”
And then all his emotions met a dead end.

Now no more new in the city of joy
Tim was one among the crowd.
And now he felt as one among all
He was strong and proud.

But he had nothing to talk now
No feelings to share.
Although Tim was done with his past phase
Honestly, he didn't even care.

People back in village waited for Tim
That someday he will get back to them.
Unaware of the transformation,
That their Tim was a complete new man.

He did come with a bundle of notes
The city of joy’s gift.
But between the people and their Tim
There was now a huge emotional rift.

Tim grew rich, Tim grew strong
But the real Tim did fade away.
The city of joy made a wicked smile
For one more Tim did lost his way.

Not one, not two, but thousands of Tim
Everyday, they are losing their identity.
Bundles of green paper is joy, they think
And thus, the name of the city.


                                                                                                  - DAICHI
                                                                                       12TH MARCH, 12

3 comments:

  1. selfish is what this race is
    thou shall be no different
    else may the way open to any abyss
    for this world selfless is errant

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    1. if one shall be no different
      and we all remain the same
      then we will all me TIM
      and I fear, we all may lose our name

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