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On a busy roundabout in buzzing Delhi, Fake wealth smirks & luxury car creeps, When red light stops, Fast panting life gets a pause, Dullness riding on killing air, Only gloating eyes and putrid thoughts. Nearby, my eyes halt on a poor, destitute girl, Sure, I know, not of sweet sixteen Few heart throb with love and care, Though number of passers- by is umpteen. Her ugly eyes embedded in chronic pain, Gloom abiding on her wrinkled face. She is ugly, bony & sickly Tear- ***** flecking ***** cheeks. Foul smelling with flowing nose, ******** dressed with ragged clothes, Callous cool breeze shivering her emaciated soul, No brotherly hand for her rescue & no divine aid to her console. Delhi engrossed in sensuous talks of love, *** movies and romance, No one cares for her real plight, Why charity and pity in independent India? Methinks, a graceful life is her genuine right. When she stretches her wounded hands, Begging for a loaf of bread, I cry & weep deep inside, Losing hope, I feel so SAD. I wish swapping of my destiny with hers, Can u please tell? Am I a bit out of senses or if I have gone totally MAD? Mukesh Kataria
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
OUT OF SENSES
On a busy roundabout in buzzing Delhi, Fake wealth smirks & luxury car creeps, When red light stops, Fast panting life gets a pause, Dullness riding on killing air, Only gloating eyes and putrid thoughts. Nearby, my eyes halt on a poor, destitute girl, Sure, I know, not of sweet sixteen Few heart throb with love and care, Though number of passers- by is umpteen. Her ugly eyes embedded in chronic pain, Gloom abiding on her wrinkled face. She is ugly, bony & sickly Tear- ***** flecking ***** cheeks. Foul smelling with flowing nose, ******** dressed with ragged clothes, Callous cool breeze shivering her emaciated soul, No brotherly hand for her rescue & no divine aid to her console. Delhi engrossed in sensuous talks of love, *** movies and romance, No one cares for her real plight, Why charity and pity in independent India? Methinks, a graceful life is her genuine right. When she stretches her wounded hands, Begging for a loaf of bread, I cry & weep deep inside, Losing hope, I feel so SAD. I wish swapping of my destiny with hers, Can u please tell? Am I a bit out of senses or if I have gone totally MAD? Mukesh Kataria
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
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