Rat Race

I cry every day over my fate
that has not given me
the fame of the winner
the money of the sinner
the respect a legend claims
the attention a champion gets

There were moments in my life
when they did touch me
as I tried to grab them
they escaped from my grip
like thin air
those moments still remain
in my memory

Can I get back there?
Do I need to? Has
my purpose changed?
Have I changed?
GOD gives me no answers
the questions prick my conscience
that delves on the guilt
built over the remains
of the confusion
over the minutes wasted

HE shows me the sufferings
of the world and tells me
from inside -
"They are my children too,
they too deserve the bread you eat
they too need the clothes"
As the words prick my conscience
and I suffer from guilt
built over my helplessness
the legs that can move
the hands that can touch
the eyes that can shed tears
are bound by the jealousy
the peer pressure that pushes me
to mount the everest never reached
and wave to the crowd
as the brethren who needed my attention
bury deep in misery

Blessed are those
who found a way out
out of the rat race
the stinking stupid despicable hunt
to build castles
over the remains of the needy