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.

The Metro!

He walks tall, the strides

ever so real... A glide surreal,

above the naive rich men

honking out their emotions

to the one ahead of 'em in

the rat race at sunrise,

the crawl back to love

in the red-light hours.

He is immune, I think,

free from the snare

at the toll booth yonder;

they all have to pay for smoking,

for sins... for their luxury;

he just pays with his card

and walks out a free man...

His liberty comes announced like clockwork.

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