A distant speech Disturbed my ears A politician boo-booing 'Children, future pillars of India'
People around Clapped aloud Confused me, mused 'Am I the future pillar?'
I approached a palmist Attest the future My exposed palm Electrified the creature.
His curious eyes Google-searched for life-line My scarred palm Scared the palmist.
Peeping pain of my palms Petrified him Puzzled palmist, questioned, 'Who are you?'
'I, cracker-maker at Sivakasi Beedi roller at Andhra Pradesh Carpet weaver at Utter Pradesh Rag picker at Metros Table-boy at tea-stalls Sex-worker at G.B Road Different roles with one identity' Was my answer.
Amazed palmist Mused then 'India at sixty Future pillars with no dignity'
'Future' moves ahead All alone Along the street Among the crowd