The Survival Game Poem by Muktika Poddar
The Survival Game
People say survival is for the fittest.
I ask: what is this survival truly worth?
Is it worth fighting with demons of the world?
Corrupting your core to salvage the hurt?
People who truly survive are the loneliest,
The fairly surviving, unhappy and worn,
The barely survive, victimised and torn,
No perfect path exists; every turn lined with thorn.
Where will all this selfishness lead you to?
Will your own conscience fight?
Or is it frail enough to not survive?
Does everyone want to put up with this plight?
I ask: Is everyone invested in the survival folk lore?
Or secretly someone hopes and believes for more?
But not everyone gets a choice, do they?
Is treading the survival journey our only destiny?
As I have commented on another poem of yours, to fight for survival is a natural instinct. But, man, who can think, should work hard not to allow this instinct turn into selfishness and greed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/27/2025 4:08:59 PM # 1.0.0
Nicely crafted in verse with beautiful rhymes