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 !
