Lament ( Title : Lost In The Materialistic World )

By Sulsha Minal Mitesh Kapasi

In the hustle of the city streets, under neon lights so bright,

We chase the dreams that shimmer, in the sleepless nights.

Faces glued to screens, in a world of virtual delight,

We’ve forgotten the whispers of the past, lost in digital sight.

Our roots once deep in the earth, now shallow and thin,

In the race for wealth and status, we’ve lost the sense within.

Elders tell tales of yore, where life was simple and pure,

But we shrug and move along, seeking what we think will cure.

The soil that birthed our lineage, now left behind,

In concrete jungles we reside, seeking peace we can’t find.

The wisdom of the ancients, written in forgotten scripts,

Replaced by fleeting trends, and materialistic quips.

We buy and sell our happiness, in the marketplace of greed,

Thinking possessions can fill the void, ignoring our true need.

Nature’s symphony is drowned, by the clamour of our quest,

For riches and for recognition, in a never-ending test.

Once we danced to the rhythm of the rain, and sang with the birds,

Now our songs are silenced, by the noise of our own words.

The rivers that once flowed with tales of life, now polluted and grey,

Reflect our inner turmoil, as we drift further away.

From the values that held us firm, in times of joy and strife,

Now traded for convenience, in a transient, empty life.

Our ancestors’ wisdom, like whispers on the wind,

Calls out to us gently, as we sin and sin.

They urge us to remember, the roots from which we came,

To honour the earth and skies, to respect the sacred name.

But we, in our arrogance, think we know what’s best,

Yet find ourselves weary, in an endless, futile quest.

What is the price of progress, if it costs us our soul?

In the pursuit of worldly gains, we’ve lost sight of the whole.

The warmth of a grandmother’s lap, the stories by the fire,

Now replaced by hollow screens, and insatiable desire.

Can we turn back time, to when life was slow and kind?

Or have we ventured too far, leaving everything behind?

The choice is ours to make, to reconnect with our roots,

To cherish what truly matters, beyond the flashy pursuits.

Let’s plant our feet back in the earth, feel the soil, and breathe,

Listen to the wisdom of the past, and in its embrace, seethe.

For in the heart of simplicity, lies the essence we seek,

To be truly rich in spirit, not in things that are weak.

May we awaken from this trance, this materialistic spree,

And find our way back home, to where our souls are free.

For in the echoes of our ancestors, and the roots deep in the ground,

Lies the true treasure of life, waiting to be found.

By Sulsha Minal Mitesh Kapasi