A Good Life

The thirsty man searched for water, He found life in the flowing river, He quenched his thirst, washed his face, Then turned his back to the same life giver. But then he felt thirsty again, Unsure, he walked back to the same river, Though he had turned his back on it, The river welcomed him with all its water. He quenched his thirst, washed his face,  He sat by the bank and basked in its glory,  Something so precious he took for granted,  For this behaviour he felt really sorry.  The river though knows not of give and take,  Everything it touches it nourishes while flowing,  From source to destination it does only one thing,  And that one thing is giving and giving.  Yet the man had other ideas,  Because man is driven by greed,  He built a dam across the river,  Though flowing water satisfied his need.  Water trickled through the dam,  It seemed the river was crying,...

David was a woodcutter who lived in a small village in Siberia, adjoining a dense coniferous forest. His job required him to venture into the forest and tread along a treacherous path, everyday. Every day before dawn he would leave the relative safety of his village and go into the snow covered woods to hack a few trees and get back some wood. The return journey was always cumbersome, as he had to carry heavy loads on his back while traversing the slippery, snow and ice covered path, back to his village. But this was David's life, he knew nothing else, he loved his family, his village and the forest, together they made up his little world. David would often take breaks during his return journey, as it was tiring getting back home after a day's labour and carrying the heavy load on his back. In the silence of the forest he found inner peace, his body and soul felt rejuvenated in the peace and tranquility of the forest. One such evening he sat down and rested his back against ...

He ran the rat race with a will to succeed, He looked around and thought he was in the lead, He was in a race against himself, that he failed to concede, As he ran, some distance ahead, he met his need, He ran a little further, but far away his eye caught greed, Don't run after greed, the wise did plead, To the words of the wise he paid no heed, He ran ahead and wished himself godspeed, But as he ran, the greed seemed to recede, He ran as fast as he could, at full speed, Yet the faster he ran more the gap increased, A long time he tried, but yet he could not succeed, Tired he stopped, looked behind, his need he did far exceed, In this futile never ending chase he had lost much indeed, But who is to blame, coz a man must pay for his deed, Filled with remorse, on the path of correction he did proceed, He regretted that in his heart he sowed this seed, That blossomed into something which would only mislead, But now he realised and killed this weed, From the grasp o...