Appreciation and Remembrance

In our temporal senses

We work for two sorts of rewards

Appreciation in the present

And remembrance in the future

Majority gets only the former

Some others only the latter

While a few get both the rewards !

Appreciation is what we earn

As we work and come to learn

Thro' experiences of day-to-day

Like we get response what we say

The reward ends as work stops

With nothing more to give

Like no more to live

Nothing more to take

For latter days sake

Whether on ground or rank tops

The process saves nothing

With no reckoning of future

Nothing to relish, nothing to nurture

Such a life is of insects and worms

Leaving produce in nascent forms

To the will of circumstances

Perishing or with survival chances

Sadly enough for the humanity

Majority working in the present

Leaving everything to destiny

Such insects and worms in human form

Contribute nothing to civilization

But are victims of human culture

Of exploitation of helpless, having

Nothing to relish, nothing to nurture !

Working in accord to own convictions

Unworried to criticism or rewards

Provides precious value to produce

But with no glitter on lusty yards

Goes unrecognized in the present

But remembered later in need

Small number of persons works this way

Bothering not what people will say

Their thoughts, words and actions

Are in sync whatever be the reactions

For not getting rewards in the present

They are often poor in material gains

Keep on working weather dry or it rains

To leave their imprints for humanity

They don't write history but make it

Thro'  deeds for a bright future of humanity

Hence remembered when they are gone

Though in their lifetime, they were forlorn

Persons like Tolstoy dying uncared for

On a railway platform with none own

Had given the greatest masterpieces

Of all times to come, with no groan !

Yet there are a few who get appreciation

While alive and remembered after they are gone

They are the greats in their totality

With magnetism in their personality

And brilliance in their deed fertility

Every friend of humanity wishes

To be like that but it's not in their control

Probably they know it better -

What to do, when to do ?

Through understanding pulse of the times

Past, present and future

About nourishment and nurture

Of the thought dynamics

On the canvas of the Nature !

What all is said above -

Reads only one side of the coin,

Called humanity in terms of value system

The other side is too dark to read

To understand from appearance

For its reality being quite different,

Unanticipated in performance

It's in vogue and loved by those

Wanting immediate material gains

At whatever be the cost to humanity

It's called diplomacy

With the purpose of pleasing everyone

At the moment, irrespective of real intention

For cheating all for immediate gains

Diplomats flourish all the time

Whether it is dry or it rains

People come to know their real intention

Much later when the train is gone

With the treasures of human spirits

Diplomats work through two divisions -

Religious preachers and politicians

To rule over the World one way or the other

God is their savior, they say

But never spare even the God

From their tactics and strategies

To succeed in satiating their lust -

For authority, for sex and for wealth

Costing humanity degradation

In physical and psychological health

Diplomats neither bother for appreciation

Nor for remembrance by anybody

Except their own clan working for each other

Dualism in their real self and projected self

Is their value system, they adore !