A Chase

Since birth
It's an endless chase.
A carrot was hung before me
And I was made to run.

Run....run......
Surpass others
Make sure you grab it
Before anyone.

The carrot went on
Changing its nature and color
Once you hung it for me
Now see, I have my own.

Once a compulsion
Now an instilled obsession
Drives me hard
Says, run and run.

Dropped humanity
Lost love
Stay behind;
Time for none.

Is it all I am here for?
Bother sometimes
A raising question.

poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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