The passage from cradle to grave
A voyage of sheer consciousness
Some make it with laugh and fun
Some make it a total mess

Childhood and tender youth
For everyone, these times are naïve
Innocence reins, simplicity prevails
Always vibrant always alive

It is the adult who feels the burden –
The right and wrong and do n don’t
This is where you either make it
Or you have not lessons learnt

Success often gets the ticket
To get to go to the life’s choir
To love, to serve, to sing along
To climb the ladder higher n higher

“You’re a winner”, existence whispers
The life force serenades you
You look around in sweet raptures
You feel good about what you do

And if you did have a tougher luck
Or if you did not have the smarts
The going can be topsy turvy
If you couldn’t figure life’s charts

They are the ones strive and struggle
Although my heart cries for ‘em
Unsung heroes and wasted loyals
Ordinary men devalued gems

Who applauds and who does care
Who celebrates these wretched souls
Nothing quite works for them
Bereft of feats bereft of goals

For some the delight easily comes
They float as they get it right
Other, happiness rarely earns
After a toil or even moonlight

Bhaswat Chakraborty

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlight-44/