The Attention Seeker

Who what where when why
Questions, questions and questions
And more questions
I have in my mind
Why is it that
 Every different thing
Someone tries and succeeds
There becomes a hoard and a pack
And a bunch of hooligans
Ready to support it
Why is it that
Every second guy
Across the street
Talks loud when he
Sees a hot broad
Crossing his path
Why is it
Every second kid
Wants to be a
God of sport
Why, when, how
It happened
That everyone wants to
Be a star
At every bloody point
In his life,
Where he sells his
Soul for that momentary
Happiness that will
Dissolve in moments
Quickly once its over
 Why doesn’t some one
Realize that fame has a half life
Of few days
And loss of respect stays longer
But no,
Every one
Every damn one
Is running
Just running
And running and running
Behind money, not because
Money will buy him happiness
But because money will
Buy him a car,
Seeing which in a pub
Chicks will be around him
Because money will buy him
A private seat in horse race
Where bookies will interview him
For his bet
And he will be praised for a lousy bracelet
Because money will buy him a drink
Which will in turn buy him people
Around him
He doesn’t realize
All that done
 When buying that attention
Buying those cheap pleasures
Which cost high
He sold his soul in between
He sold that true peace that he would get
When he could have tried to buy that
But no
What he would want
Is a shortcut
Those envious paths
Of him being one
And me being none
That thrust to
Become a king
To show others small
That urge to feel
Above the others
Losing the sense of
True genuine motivation
Inspiration and achievement
That day
He just became
That loser
That human being
Winner of bets
And attention
And people
Loser of life
That day when
He became
The attention seeker.
                                                                -Salil Shankar