A soiled face, below eighteen age
Died.
How?
Collapsed from the fourth floor
A daily wage laborer
Gone, gone forever
His soul heard wishpers
The price of his pitiable life
Worth of his lifeless body
Now without soul
three Lakh
His parents demanded for five
But the negotiations
And some irrational talks
And claiming for more
Then cleared the body from the floor
His slippers fall as well
Which, he wore
When you slipped
While painting the wall
Gone, gone forever
From this world
Where nobody cares
Who is breathing?
Who is disappeared?
Who is to blame?
For this to happen again and again
It’s the way
It’s a human course
Forgetting the priceless
Trying to get the value
Of everything
Even emotions
But, I am thinking about you
Don't know why
Even when
I am no different from them
They, the crowd
Concrete jungle of skyscrapers
Man now the materialistic brute
Running madly after this printed green currency with deviant faces on it
Abraham Lincoln,follower of the mystic of benevolent
Encrusted the Devine fertile terra firma
For the temporal vacuum celestial domes
Valued nothing but self,
Now running very late,
For the reincarnation of aesthetic taste
Homogeneous demeanor and mechanical attitudes
Different Every with one sight, one outlook
Destroy, Destruction and so much of greed
Challenging one another for the transitory titles in the neverending races
Growing breeds of the partial judgements and assumptions
Dig convergent boundaries to unearth divergent ingression
Mere mortals wallow in deluded self-conceit
But where is that light of levity apart from the heaviness to cross the dark Where earthlings are inhaling gallantry in their own eractions Rejoinder lies in the dubites as candor lies in us.