[This poem is a gentle self-introspection for those consumed with pomposity and self-importance]. <br /> <br />There’s war in the air, <br />And the ball is in your court; <br />Your intentions are threadbare, <br />Kindly take note. <br /> <br />And while still water runs deep, <br />The water is fast and churning; <br />While you drowned in your sleep, <br />You missed a lot of learning. <br /> <br />You have a craving for invention <br />In diabolical schemes of our setting; <br />Power-plays call for intervention, <br />You don’t know what you’re getting. <br /> <br />The filibusterer sets the tone <br />For the clique of old-timers; <br />Stupidity oft shines alone, <br />Like knowledge from a primer. <br /> <br />Those who claim to lead <br />Shall profess the laws of equity, <br />Most leaders fail to read <br />The language of accountability. <br /> <br />Tales of self-importance abound; <br />Of tempers thrown in for good measure; <br />Your intentions are now run aground, <br />Is paining others your only pleasure? <br /> <br />There’s no future in the past, <br />I know what’s there in the end: <br />The fleeting present does not last, <br />Let humility be your friend. <br /> <br />Your brief encounters with people, <br />May leave marks faint and dark: <br />Some impressions create a ripple, <br />While others ignite a spark. <br /> <br />Take care, be nice, and empathize; <br />Watch out, be sure, and communicate; <br />All mind and no heart cannot sympathize; <br />How would you want others to reciprocate? <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © SC <br />22nd February 2007 <br />Mumbai.<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/setting/
