We live in different circles
at a time
And each circle differs over
the time,
As we grow and move in
pursuit of life,
Changing the neighbours, peers
and colleagues,
Also the relatives, foes and
rivals.
In each circle, we earn name
and goodwill,
That would die once we exit
that one.
The goodwill earned is of no
use elsewhere.
The identity built too will
wilt out.
We are not known by what we
had been once.
Nor would we be known by what
we are now.
Yet we repeat the feats
wherever we go.
To crave to be appreciated is
To feed the ego. To feed the
ego
Is as much a need as food for
stomach.
Both need to be filled to
sustain life.
There must be no regrets for
the good done
That it had gone without harvest.
18.03.2008
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