Then and Now

I greeted my friends
Said ‘Hi, Good morning’ to two
One said GM, another Gd Mng
Good wishes in words very few

Less visits, almost no letters

We are in jet age, short of time
Now we say things in brief
Lengthy chats seem like crime

There were teachers then

Who guided as they taught
Parents were our Gods
We loved and adored them a lot

What’s age now? Who are elders?

They were just born much before
Why listen to them anyway?
Any advice from them is just another bore

Earlier they said toil hard

For that is the way to success
The more you strive, the better
And there is simply no excess

Now we can buy marks or a degree

Nothing of late seems bad
As long as I play with money
All around me are so glad

What’s with the haste, I wonder 

Let’s be calm and once look around
It is time to hold the reins
Let’s not be time-bound

The flower blooms, the butterfly grows

All things have their own pace
Life is beautiful when lived in peace
Let’s live really, not run a sad race.

(Published in Daijiworld online in Jan 2014)