The rat race…

posted in: Poem | 18
The Journey 
I step down from the cab towards my dream,
And there are hundreds like me flowing the same stream.
Some smarter some cooler than me,
But I maintained my grace and walked all confidently.

The lift finally opened at my face

And all I saw were men and women busy in life’s maze

This isn’t the future I am looking for,

I thought to myself but still went on in this race


I reached my floor with a huge board ahead,

People crowding around the table, the COMPANY NAME in bold it read.

After the formalities were done we sat on the couch,

Me smiling and everyone looking at me with an astonishing shroud.

Their eyes were fixated to the floor,

And I thought to my self this is the beginning of a poem in store.

I walked in and talked to this neighboring guy,

But somehow he wasn’t interested and gave me an angry sigh.


The cafeteria here is what caught my eye,
With an environment all soft the people here were my style.
All happy and smiling enjoying life as it came,
As that my friend is how you have fun and remain forever the same.
So I am sitting right here with a coffee in hand,

The only one friend that never disappoints me no matter where I am.

Waiting for my turn to come real soon,

So that I get to show how awesome I am to everyone in the room.


Hoping I join this race for being the best,

But unlike others, I don’t want to be a pawn in this game of chess.

But I wish to be the king and ice and snow I will fend ,

And when I die the game wouldn’t end

Taking each step with utmost care and thought,

I like to do something that makes my brain all sort.
Life is a journey with both failure and success,
Just a little bounce on the way shouldn’t create an unrest.
Cause then you dig a hole for yourself,
And instead of rejoicing , this life for you becomes a mess.

18 Responses

  1. Anonymous

    Agree with Djc.

    Would love to read more about your work on Quora.

    Keeping on writing πŸ™‚

    • Ankita Pathak

      Hey thanks a lot for your kind words.. I will make sure to continue writing on Quora… Keep Reading

  2. Mohan

    Hi there
    I m one of those who don’t have penchant for English poetry. I always prefer Hindi over English whenever it comes to poetry. (Perhaps bc I had not read u before)

    I m here due to quora.

    And you know …… I find myself in from the first line itself. I feel it is I who just stepped down the cab.

    I feel out of words to praise you.

    Just perfect.

    • Ankita Pathak

      Hey Mohan, thank you so much .. you just made my day … thanks a lot… Keep Reading..

  3. Davinder Pratap Singh

    “And when I die the game wouldn’t end”
    For it is the players that keep changing and not the game.
    It’s been a while since read such a beautiful line( not the poem).
    More power to you Ankita pathak..

    • Ankita Pathak

      Hey Davinder, thanks a lot for your kind words…. Keep Reading 😊

  4. Jay

    Well said and u surely are king in the game of chess to chose the things which are right 😁😁

    • Ankita Pathak

      Hey Jay, thanks a lot for your kind words… Keep Reading 😊

  5. Djc

    I read your answer on Quora and from there came to know about your poem. It’s really very good, I think you should share it more often on Quora too…

    • Ankita Pathak

      Hey Djc, thanks a lot…and yes I will share my work more often on quora thanks for the suggestion. Keep Reading


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