Sometimes…

Sometimes, it takes time for the world to wake up to someone’s gift,

Sometimes, the recognition though overdue is not very swift.

Sometimes, the genius languishes in darkness in a world that is blind,

Sometimes, the sheer brilliance is hardly comprehended by the mind.

Sometimes, long after the person is gone,

Do they switch that light on.

And then they eagerly collect and celebrate the remains,

Which were once discarded with such indifference and disdain.

They sing praises about those relics of words, melody and art,

Which were once born from a beating, scintillating, passionate heart.

They hold talks, they pay tributes and discussions galore,

They marvel at the genius so great,

Yet they are already very late.

For what difference does it make to the one who is no more.

For had they dropped their ego and banished their fear before,

Someone would have lived better and loved more.

                                                                                   Shailaza Singh