AIM BETTER

Some are quick to go, while some stay -

they wanted to live but went their way.

Some blooming green leaves fall young -

mingling with earth from whence it sprung.

Some buds wither before it can bloom -

meeting it's maker in a hasty doom.

From childhood to those future adult years -

smiles, giggles, laughter and silent tears.

A flame illumines the fragile earthen lamp;

in its end, it blackens like a valiant champ. 

Never to oneself ask, 'What have I got?' -

but give and spare for the unluckier lot.

Aim to shine, so let yourself burn like hell -

critics envy your rise who wanted you to fail.

Like molten gold, always keep up your shine -

experience always tastes like an aged wine.

Prasenjit©2024

A SILENT SELF

'Still water' always runs into the deep -

some unsaid words are true to keep.

Life, like a gypsy is always on the move -

treading on worries, we need to groove.

The past drags on as a caravan does -

progress is not to think, 'what once was'!

When the emotions of people are put to task -

how words are veiled, (one must ask)!

It's hard to know if one is doing well -

mask on mask, it's really hard to tell.

A sail-less boat taking a lifetime or more -

to reveal it's true self finally on the shore!

Prasenjit©2023