Deafening loud is the crowd
Without letting a word out
Everyone busy in their own mind trap
Not realising the immense gap
That's out in between
One that's hardly seen
But hard to oversee.

What are we trying to be?
The ultimate, the best, the perfect
They were, they are, they will be
Why live to live through death?
Why not make count each breath?
Making the present worthwhile.

What's the point to walk a mile?
Only to reach the start,
Find the emblem when apart.
Embrace your roots before reaching high
Reaching the core only to realise
You've already passed by.

Origin holds the key
The candlelight helping you see
How the light originated?
Modern is way outdated
Ancient is the latest!

Author's note:-
You may think what kind of a poem this is! Starting on a different note ending on altogether different and linked with something unfitting in between.
Well! Lack of communication and lack of interaction is the thing that creates a gap between the pious source of knowledge- that's love, that's elders, that's the experience of people who had been there, that's the old ( way more advanced than this new!)
And why is this? Only to be something more whereas not finding what we have is nothing less. Lack of self exploration is visioned as lack of ourselves and we strive to be be more, whereas the truth is we are much more than we can ever be. It's just the lack of realisation.
And why is this lack? Because all we ever strived for was to know what's new and Not what's true; the ultimate, that is, that had been! Isn't it? Why not unlock the power we already possess rather than striving to gain something which isn't us or ours to start with!