– Satyakam Ray
I want my beacon; I want my beacon,
Lost in the crowd without any direction.
People are running at a maddening speed,
Nobody feels relaxed as a need.
“I have no time” being the mantra,
No leisure to watch a rainbow or spectra.
Racing in the herd to get approval from cynics,
“Money” is the primary success metric.
Education, expectations, and all those quandaries,
Job, passion, and “safety zone”- the scoffing wry.
Bored in this process, I lost my way,
Now, In search of novelty, identity, and a new way.
Let me free from the shackles of ennui, desperation,
I need the “feel,” the zeal, and new inspiration.
Wise men claim life has a purpose,
but it is a thorny bush adorned with a rose.
In this mayhem of “Me first,”
Want to lead the way with a new start?
To fulfill my dreams, to find salvation,
Let me find my beacon, my beacon.