A feeble speck in a raging deep ocean, <br />A faint little gleam among glittering lights is man, <br />Facing infinite worlds of endless hard struggles <br />Which sink his soul or lift to new heights. <br /> <br /> <br />He is a gentle flower in a wild sand-storm, <br />While pushed around, leaves his own fragrance <br />On his track for all the ages to come <br />To fill the world with rich grace and peace. <br /> <br /> <br />He pursues his path to reach nowhere, <br />He goes standstill to reach a dozen worlds, <br />He soars in joy and ends up in deep sorrow, <br />For none, can foresee what makes his morrow. <br /> <br /> <br />He, all all alone, in a jungle of men, <br />He is sad and silent in a maddening din, <br />An island, in sheath, while plays his role <br />In unending strange games, the nature unrolls. <br /> <br /> <br />He gropes in dark for unexisting streaks of rays <br />And knows not where lies sunshine’s smooth ways, <br />Back and forth he swings in despair and hope <br />In unending sufferance for lady-luck’s sudden crop. <br /> <br /> <br />Unknown to himself and environs around is he, <br />Nor knows his past nor what the future will be, <br />A rudderless boat in uprising fierce sea, <br />He dreams of paradise on the shores, he doesn’t see. <br /> <br /> <br />A harmless bolt of a spacecraft, <br />He gives his mite to evolution’s big thrust, <br />He fancies he is all, but really he is small, <br />A blind little soul that creeps along a narrrow tunnel.<br /><br />Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/119-hapless-man/
