In this fast-paced world
patience is not a virtue
instead a burden to
city dwellers like us.
Instead, impatience is the hallmark of our times.
In order to catch up
with the speeding local
train of life
one his to be impatient and ruthless.
Like fire-flies, citizens are getting attracted to
getting attracted to huge fire flames
and in the process
dedicate their lives to
the fire-god.
In a mad hurry to
rush into the over-crowded
local trains
forgetting the trials and
tribulations of other ones
struggling to throw
themselves into the train
within seconds of it
leaving to the station
we must be faceless, heartless
and soulless to find our space
in the congested
trains of the city.
In a dehumanized
world like this
we can’t make way for others
we can’t becompassionate
and humane.
Each for himself, or herself
is the philosophy ruling each
is the philosophy of our time.
To have a taste of leisure
we do have to
reach our little dinghy nests
elsewhere in the suburbs.
After a hectic and
tiresome journey in a
crowded local train
we reach our nests
in the thick of night.
Witnessing on a daily basis
the commuters as well
as the ones who cross
the tracks in a mad hurry
to reach the other side
being caught between
the rails or run over
by speeding trains.
We are immune to
the tragic scene e of mangled bodies
and get along with our
lives with frozen minds.
We the ones who providentially
escape the tragic fate,
with uncertainties of life
not even bothering us,
to be frank, we don’t even
get the time to ponder over our
tomorrows….
Life in this cosmopolitan
city to us is colourless,
meaningless, odourless, brittle and
ductile ..
and we have learnt to
live with it….
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