'Survival' Poem by Yamini Khanna

' Survival '



I was once asked about what is survival

and this is what i said to my friend -



To some it is dining out whatever the expense

with wallet overflowing and no brow tense.

To some it is buying the Holidays best

to getaway from the pile of files and rest

To some it is shoes and clothes galore

till the closet can fill no more



There are some, who can't for their children provide

share the daily bread and supper innumerously divide

have no shoes, working with blistered heels

sometimes get thrown out of job, by employer to get on an even keel

work day in and day out without a rest

with no food around, offering her adolescent to suckle her breast



Unfair or unjust that you can decide

this is what i say, well let me preside



Survival is not in your lifetime digging a goldmine

Survival is not devouring the non leonine

Survival is not feasting and toasting

and without remorse the weakling accosting



My dear friend Survivial is joining hands

close and near till faraway lands

till the love in your heart fills up your glands

the soul is at peace has no more demands



When the storms are raging

whether your sails are posh or tattered

the boat shall rock unforgiving

until you feel lost and battered



until your actions, thoughts and deeds you circumnavigate

Survival slipping through your fingers, Meet you will the same ruinous fate