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Oct 2016
oh give it any name,
a martyr, king,
clown, fighter,
warrior, film star,
singer, cricketer...

but tell me
that the road
will last
this monsoon,

that it will not
soon resemble
the great craters
of the moon,

that you will
not dig up here,
suddenly
remembering
about some
buried gold...

tell me, will
I ever say-
*"let us walk
down our
good old
road again"
Roads in India are infamous for potholes, resulting in accidents and deaths... how a bout of rain is enough to create mini swimming pools in them...
Snehith Kumbla
Written by
Snehith Kumbla  M/Pune, India
(M/Pune, India)   
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