Atlas Shrugs

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A baby is born

branded for big things

A bright-eyed sapling

destined for greatness

Does his parents think

a second about his wants?

 

The boy is doused

with fuel of high

expectations and burned in

the bright flame of failure

The boy dies and

from the ashes

rises the wingless phoenix

of a bitter man

 

He struggles to stand

straight under the back

breaking weight of his world

he strives to support

A modern-day Atlas

battered down like dough

 

Ceases to smile

willing himself to

go the extra mile

greys prematurely

ages gracelessly

He becomes an old man

withered and shrivelled

Is he even fifty?

 

The rat race of the

world chews him and spits

out a broken toy

full of aches and aches

 

He retires and

at last, he can put up

his feet in the sun

Or, can he?

The race has a new runner

His son.

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27 thoughts on “Atlas Shrugs

  1. I was intrigued by the title of the post and so decided to read. Very well written! It is the life-cycle that has continued for generations, and will continue till human race lives. I sometimes sit back and think, if I will allow my kids to become what they want to be? 25 mein naukri, 30 mein chokri, 35 mein bachche aur 40 mein ghar… What if my kids dont want this life?

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  2. Wish he puts a full stop with himself and never passes the baton to the Gen Next. Wish he had exercised this choice, the vicious circle could be have been broken.
    A true reflection of the sad reality of the society today.

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  3. I’ve always hated outside expectations. It’s like they are saying: I don’t like you as you are. Here’s what you should be. My hope with the ending: he wouldn’t have done that to his son.

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