Why All This Haste?

"When will it be 9 months!"
The family exclaimed.
Eager for the baby,
They counted the days.

They wanted him to run

Before he could walk.

They wanted him to succeed

Before he could walk the talk.

Their goals became his,

Their dreams he made his own.

Every action he did, 

Was to hurry up and grow.

He was not alone,

For the world kept pace.

On every lip, the only words were, 

"We want it done yesterday."

Young children pushed on stage,

To compete and make a name,

Before they could even understand

The price they would pay for fame.

Data at fingertips

Messages sent with lightning speed

Responding to changes

In real-time became the need.

Corporates rushed ahead

To make more profits,

So that the owners could exit

And start more such outfits.

All are so busy
There is no time to breathe
With every action
Lined by anxiety underneath 

And yet when death came by

They stared at Him in shock

"What's your hurry, God!

Why such unseemly haste?" they asked.