Paradox Unveiled

The high-pitched  notes were hurting his ears,

Brooding he was, over stagnant fears...

What was life's intention, Nature's plan?

Was he to waste away, in the world's disdain?

Struck by struggle, put to toil by abject existence,

Though, at times, deceived by happiness...

He pondered over how the world would be like

If he & his likes were to  be wiped out in one defiant strike

Changed? Maybe not...but...just maybe...

Life would stir up and see,

How she today precariously depends----

On the few towering figures fate befriends..

How the bulk feels unwanted; at bay---

Almost useless, like an artist's humble clay,

Ostensibly plain--- but he realizes in a moment of truth---

It is the foundation of Nature's creative pursuit

Yes! Providence's chosen few, stand tall on their labor

In unison, they result like a force like no other...

But in isolation, he's one of the million specks of sand...

He smiled---strange is the life of the Common Man!