A stride forward-

Is a step backward!

Isn’t it quite strange?

That fate is often calumniated

For human imbecilities!

That’s why I told,

Pretensions of wisdom-

are retarding moves-

which actually take us-

quite a distance behind.

Analysis is no more a desire,

Reason had never percolated,

The ‘mind-dam’ of woolgather aspirations.

It’s no more called a ‘leap’-“My dear friend-“

Learn that you’ve failed somewhere, behind.

If failures aren’t to subdue burning hopes,

Then travel back to the dam,

And on a tranquil evening,

Feel the water running out with impetuous rage.

Comparison is never a gauge,

But,

Don’t you intent,

To match the rage?