Life is a simple stupid vehicle,
And your mind is the foolish driver.
Your mind decides to step on the gas pedal
And you see that your life’s moving very fast.
Your mind decides to hit the brakes and
Your life starts to slow down.
If you accelerate too fast
Your life may go out of control.
If you apply too much brakes
Your life comes to a grinding halt.
Then there are these thing called gears,
They are nothing but your lovely friends;
They make you accelerate in the first,
Pick up some speed through the second,
Overtake the rest with the third, and
Help you show your power with the fourth.
They help you to reach your goals
With the best fuel efficiency possible.
Without the first gear you might not have moved;
Without the final one you might never have reached.
Across the potholes and over the speed breakers,
Life goes on towards its final destination.
But then you hear the old saying,
“Life is a journey, it doesn’t have a destination”.
But the vehicle called life has one,
That is to reach its maximum speed.
Spend your time shifting through the gears
And life will attain its maximum velocity.
2 comments:
Dear hero,
U poem was amazing.. no doubt about that .. But i would like to get a clear view as to wat u r trying to say.. u want me(our friends to cross the potholes and speed breakers and reach the final destination but later u conclude by saying "life has no destinations" if thats the case wat is the use in me changing gears and reaching max speed when there is no final destination...pls clear my doubt.. u can mail me regarding the same.. i am ready for debate also in this.. VINOD
Great poem ....
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