While crossing road, she was looking towards me,
In her hurry to get nut,
But seemed to me as she had a lot to say,
An urge or rage;
After passing through as I turned,
She with her blank eyes, still there under bushes,
Filling colors into me,
So I followed her in some strange attachment.
I was taken to a land of fairies, place of her little ones’;
Surprisingly, they were not playing!
All were gloomy nearby their destroyed greenery.
I pathetically dare to look at squirrel,
Crouched she was, giving me divine message,
Doesn’t everyone have one’s own paradise?
Then why don’t we?
Her silent cries violently jerk me,
For the sake of being human being, we should think,
Its utmost time to sense that urge, that rage.
As alighted on the platform,
After being bored of idle time in journey,
After being perplexed and possessed,
Saw the crowed of different shades,
All around me,
Everyone was in haste and hurry,
Few happy and some gloomy faces were moving everywhere.
Hawkers and shopkeepers were engage in,
Selling their articles of eatables and beverage,
Announcer was consistently announcing,
For safe and happy journeys.
Every corner was filled with confused noise,
In that confused noise there was a shy but sure voice,
After searching the source in curiosity,
The pathetic scene was clear,
That filled in me grief and despair.
An aged blind couple was selling some article,
With all their caliber and strength,
And no one had time to listen their appeal,
That sight compelled me to think,
About justice and injustice, and I ended up,
Even the injustice of God is perfect.