Never too late

I saw a man in his early 20s,

Sitting near a barren field beneath the shaggy headed banyan tree  with his friends…

He was talking loudly,and laughing heavily

Leaving a cloud of cigarette smoke in the air..

 

 

But I saw his soul…he was not what he was doing .

Son of a rich doctor he was,

The apple of his mama’s eyes,

Deep behind this loud laughter,his heart was crying.

 

Its wailing was louder than the laughter,

Its tears were heavier than the cigar smoke..

He was jobless,and terribly hopeless.

I could see the thrashings on his heart,

Printed by his frustrated father.

 

This man was a thief,and a drug addict .

He never chose this life…..

When he was small, he had built sandcastles in the air

He had promised to be a noble man.

 

Then came teenage,

And he fell into bad company.

Not out of choice but due peer pressure…

Or maybe due to lack of guidance.

He scored poorer marks in exams,

In which he used to top,he started

Missing classes in fear of being ashamed.

 

Now he has to live this life

You like it or not,

Unless some inspiration,

Some spark visits him and tells him

To walk in the path of good…

And reminds him that it is never too late

For an enlightenment and an awakening .

Author's Note

This poem is inspired from lives of some youth in our country.Due to lack of jobs or educational qualifications they fall prey to anti social world like robery and even rapes .
It is to state that it is never late for these juveniles to lead a saintly or prosperous lives.

Reviews

[tanmay7551]

This man was a thief,and a drug addict .

He never chose this life…..

When he was small, he had built sandcastles in the air

He had promised to be a noble man.



It so happens with may youngsters nowadays. Mos t of the time its bad company. I would say family is also accountable for this on several occassions. They need to spare sometime, talk with their children, should keep track of where they are heading... These small things should help young guns a great deal.

You have touched several chords at the same time through this subject.

[Swati Nayak]

Thanks for your review.

[emmajoy]

'Unless some inspiration, - Some spark visits him and tells him - To walk in the path of good - And reminds him that it is never too late.. '

You write so vividly, reaching a human being in a place that too many people would turn from. Thank goodness for your empathy. It's too easy for a foolish person to buckle at the knees and not know how to clamber up.. some would say, DO IT. TRY HARDER. But, words are easy to say, faith in self in far, far harder.

Your poem should be scattered into our world because people like your man.. are all over the planet and in need of sympathy and encouragement. Brava, Swati.

[Swati Nayak]

THANKS for your love

[Pratikshya Garabadu]

My past ...present and future predicaments ...swati 😣😓😓

[Swati Nayak]

You wont believe my friend that it is inspired from those boys of carrom field near my house..:))

[Pratikshya Garabadu]

ya ...I know ..u were telling some day ...

[Anindita Janhabee]

It just flows so sweetly....
I can connect the dots of your story and put those over our lives.. our ways of living... Peer pressure is something meant to avoid. There should be a correct choice of friends.. the true ones...
This piece depicts deep emotions ..
i loved the starting part when you described about humanity..
even I do it - your soul cries hard but your lips smile...your heart aches so much but your laugh is loud....
this thing was the best according to me..
Anindita😊

[Swati Nayak]

Yes we humans are hypocritic sometimes..

[Rini]

great meaning and depth to this poem, it clearly depicts the pressure of a student to outsmart in every way and the hopes and aspirations imposed by parents on their children. A true story.

[Swati Nayak]

thank you ma'am for your response .