ENJOYING THE REARE VIEW
Born into a mediocre family in a sleepy village,
I was complacent with the speed of villagers.
On moving to the city for studies,
I realized, the villagers were slow.
To cop up with the speed of the rest,
I wanted to move on, to the driver's seat.
Grabbing the earliest chance in life
I got onto the driver's seat.
Self driving was my passion
and I enjoyed driving all the time.
As the destination was clear,
I did not waste fuel going around.
The roads were winding upward,
with fairly good traffic to face.
On my way I took a companion,
to make my travel fruitful.
Days and months gave way,
to the seasons to change.
During the journey we overtook,
many, moving slow.
We too gave way,
to many moving faster.
We were slow at places,
where the roads were rough.
We were at the speed of mind,
where the roads were smooth and free.
We kept cheering each other,
always during the upward journey.
My companion complimented me,
often for my driving skills.
During the upward journey,
we rarely looked behind.
We reached the peak en route,
and hoisted two flags there.
Stayed there for a while with pride,
enjoying the flags flying high.
As the rule of the journey says,
we had to keep moving down.
I could see the road ahead,
leading into a pit at the end.
There were no diversions,
nor U turns in front..
Still we had to keep moving,
abiding the rule of the journey.
We had two options to take,
go fast and end fast.
The other was to go slow and drag time,
to stay more on the driving seat.
I lost interest in driving down,
and lost in thought of the upward drive.
During our descending drive I found,
a wonder happening behind.
As we were moving down,
the flags behind appeared rising high.
Excited at that view
my eyes got often stuck behind.
My companion pointed out
my oversights and driving errors.
I felt it too, at times
that my driving faltered often.
I put my companion on the driver's seat
for the rest of the journey.
Relived of the stress and strain
I started enjoying the rear view.
Born into a mediocre family in a sleepy village,
I was complacent with the speed of villagers.
On moving to the city for studies,
I realized, the villagers were slow.
To cop up with the speed of the rest,
I wanted to move on, to the driver's seat.
Grabbing the earliest chance in life
I got onto the driver's seat.
Self driving was my passion
and I enjoyed driving all the time.
As the destination was clear,
I did not waste fuel going around.
The roads were winding upward,
with fairly good traffic to face.
On my way I took a companion,
to make my travel fruitful.
Days and months gave way,
to the seasons to change.
During the journey we overtook,
many, moving slow.
We too gave way,
to many moving faster.
We were slow at places,
where the roads were rough.
We were at the speed of mind,
where the roads were smooth and free.
We kept cheering each other,
always during the upward journey.
My companion complimented me,
often for my driving skills.
During the upward journey,
we rarely looked behind.
We reached the peak en route,
and hoisted two flags there.
Stayed there for a while with pride,
enjoying the flags flying high.
As the rule of the journey says,
we had to keep moving down.
I could see the road ahead,
leading into a pit at the end.
There were no diversions,
nor U turns in front..
Still we had to keep moving,
abiding the rule of the journey.
We had two options to take,
go fast and end fast.
The other was to go slow and drag time,
to stay more on the driving seat.
I lost interest in driving down,
and lost in thought of the upward drive.
During our descending drive I found,
a wonder happening behind.
As we were moving down,
the flags behind appeared rising high.
Excited at that view
my eyes got often stuck behind.
My companion pointed out
my oversights and driving errors.
I felt it too, at times
that my driving faltered often.
I put my companion on the driver's seat
for the rest of the journey.
Relived of the stress and strain
I started enjoying the rear view.
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