Losers
We like to talk and write about
success
For losers to listen and read,
All in the name and hope of
encouragement;
Would we ever embrace a loser, sell
a slice of penned speech
About the courage to sail through
life as ones,
Reading stories of success
mongers who made it big and great
Alas stories of readers never
sell for here it’s not
The trading of value at any silly
rate!
Come closer, take a deep breath
and see how
Stories are written in the
kitchen, at work, in families,
On the buses, on the roads;
How bills and taxes and piles of
other fate
Refuse to open the famed golden
gate,
How bad days are written off in
the books of nights
First of every month runs for the
next
How life is an imprisoned text!
Come closer, take a deep breath
and listen how
Heartbeats of millions,
Want don’t want to sing, how
gatecrasher legs steal the rhythms;
Of beats hammered around the
Halls
Half-accomplished marks written
off in the crack of Walls,
The soggy eyes, blue with
jealousy ask a somber why
The imagined feet crashed into
the red carpets
Life consumed in this thread of utter
lie!
What is so wrong in losers
Who are never to be sung,
Not a tune for the real survivors;
Successes in ways that mock through
the paths
Bit by bit, moments of sighs and
highs go waste and cherished,
In and out of bars with attempts
and tries
No one, none at all talk and
write about successes of failures
All lovers blinded in their ears
and deaf in their eyes!
Why is the word a sound so averse
A word that walks with most to
traverse,
As losers in life write poems and
tell;
Out of the mind and out of the shell
Straight on our faces, for those
who survive,
Live without plugs with volumes
of breed
Come on friends, bring it on, for
those alive
Strong simple stories of losers
indeed!
17 June 2014
17 June 2014
