The Race & The façade
The hustle culture and the fake faces!
So still was our minds
Like the meadows in winters
How far we have come from that
Stillness
How far we are from caring for ourselves?
Dashing through the grasslands
Are the gushing raindrops
Of that unexpected downpour
How near are we to the pain?
Clutching onto that stick as we fall.
That keeps our inner child sane
The Race has made our minds sick
All we do is — get drenched in the rain
All we do is bottle up the pain
The frustration, everything has a frame.
Holding on to doubts, the delusion
The individuality burns in flames.
How far are we from reaching ourselves?
How far are we from peeling off that facade?
How far have we come on the road we took?
Are we better off than others in this race?
How far are we from sowing seeds in that field??
How close are we to becoming insane??
~Arushi Sahu
