Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Life in red

Life in Red

The light turned red in disdain
The costly cars screeched to a halt
As if to breath regain
While the music beat hard.

Then he came, tapping on the windows
The contorted face exhibiting myriad sorrows
The frail hand waving the Tricolour
The sign of national pride and valour.

The cheeks covered by cakes of soot
Homing all the roads’ dust and the dirt
Punctuated by streams of dried up tears
A ‘museum of mortal fears’.

Limping on feet naked
The festering wound
Clothes in desperate tatter
Victim of attack of terror?

Terrorists?
Yes.
More than the people who caused them this
Are those who stare blankly and pass.

Green, the traffic light turned
Away the ‘terrorists’ in hurrying cars sped
Leaving the Life on the road
Permanently in red.

1 Comments:

Blogger Monica said...

As the light turned green
And the cars sped away,
The boy limps back,
To his corner with a sway!

Puts his hand in the pocket,
It is time to check,
The few coins collected,
And thinks, "What the heck!"

The cost of my tears,
The dust and the soot,
The thorns under the feet,
That are cold without the boot.
Is a few solitary coins,
Thrown non-challantly away,
That were valueless for them,
Or unimportant, so to say.

It might fetch him hot tea,
But not any bread,
So he limps back on the street,
When the light turns red!!

6:54 AM  

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