As in many Indian cities, so in life
We hunt for a road between potholes
Pits created on the weak surfaces of living...
Some tarred with preconditioning,
Others with our ego.
Round-the-clock traffic compounds woes
Of a path washed-out by sorrows.
Truck loads of arrogance,
Ever-evolving must-have greed-cars,
Bikes of superiority-fueled beliefs
Other two wheelers lubricated
By holier-than-thou postures
All jostle around, mindless travelers
Defective childhood signals,
Parents, teachers, friends are
All held intermittently responsible
Butted onto the bumpy trail of guilt