My mind is a bloating paper
which absorbs within split seconds
the ink spread on a piece of paper.
Or that which is otherwise
indelibly imprinted on the
soft walls of mind.
An exciting cricket match rouse our spirits
but the gruesome sight of
a man being shot at point blank
and done to death is blood-chilling.
The sight of an exquisite beauty is always welcome
but we chase a skinny woman
who begs with bowl in her hand
at least to have a square meal each day.
The sight of a cute danseuse
dancing to the appreciation and inviting
applause by each one lifts our spirits inside a packed auditorium.
A melody queen
performs melodious songs
thus persuading the grand audience to
enjoy her songs.
But street singers
too could catch the attention of
the passers-by like us, the common men.
A pick-pocket
being nabbed for the
crime of stealing money
from some around whom crowds throng
kick him dealing hard blows
one after another
compete with each other
till he turns like a vegetable or lynched to death.
The life in a city
which is two sides of the same coin
it is always
like a multi-faceted man or woman.
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