WITH OUR HEADS STUCK IN THE MUD

WITH OUR HEADS STUCK IN THE MUD

A Poem by Ben Noah Suri



We all have our heads completely stuck in the dirty mud

 

and can’t see many a bright and beautiful flower bud

 

We are all so engrossed in our own cares and woes

 

that we neglect our friends and treat them like foes.

 

We want everyone to praise us, love us and like us

 

but then fail to praise, give our love and like others.

 

The more we grow and grow; the more our ego grows

 

and then our true character in our interaction shows.

 

We seek the illusory limelight and attention too

 

without giving the same unto others who seek it too.

 

We seem to think the world revolves around us

 

and want everyone to over them make a fuss.

 

We know the good proverbs that everyone spouts

 

but fail to realise “we reap as we sow” our own oats.

 

We seek publicity and fame for we wish to be popular

 

and therefore only suck up to those who are popular.

 

We fail to differentiate between popularity and notoriety

 

and in our quest for superiority fail to accept our inferiority.

 

Yet we can’t be blamed for our egoistic behaviour

 

for when we shed it others think we are inferior.

 

Our humility is then considered spineless behaviour

 

and treated with contempt by the so called superior.

 

If only we all would realise our brittle human frailty

 

then we can all soon shed our temporal vanity

 

For we are just children of our Lord Almighty

 

who has been and will be with us until eternity

 

 

 

 Image Source / Courtesy:

 

https://lockerdome.com/wafflesatnoon/7591146827418900

© 2016 Ben Noah Suri


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Ben Noah Suri
Ben Noah Suri

Madras, Tamil Nadu, India



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Am back after almost 2 years. I'm just an ordinary Wordsmith. Here to read the work of fellow creators and learn by interacting with them. Actually, I hate criticizing poetry in any form. Each one.. more..

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