Pedestrian Crossing

They scamper across,

blocking my way

on the busy road

leading to ye dream,

and my nightmare.

I sneer, I jeer, I curse...

But why should I?

Those poor creatures

are just scared,

keen to get home

and churn out milk

for greedy South Delhi bastards.

I let ’em live

in my nightmare,

while,

the cruel you,

killed ’em

in your dream.