Lost in Transit

Lost in Transit

Our children

Are lost now

In a frenzied success

A typhoon, a tornado, a whirlpool

Of time deficit

That has swirled them away into

A mental absence

From the terrestrial world

They roam lost in figures and unfound yet solutions.

Will they ever come out of their trance and

See us again?

Are we already dead for them?

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Why Write If You are not going to be Published?

English: Caricature of British novelist W. Som...
English: Caricature of British novelist W. Somerset Maugham (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Portrait of William Somerset Maugham
Portrait of William Somerset Maugham (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As a writer, reading the following lines from The Moon and Sixpence gave me some solace:

“The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thoughts; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.”—W Somerset Maugham