Sitting under strip light holding an empty bowl
A leisurely exploration of the street corner,
The Jamun tree well cooked in the sun-
Living inside, their trials and tender moments
Reveals nothing but smeared faces, the noise,
Scruffy dirt, dingy land, charcoal darkness
Never sleeps, never stops the barking dog.
Sitting too close, staring too long at unknown
Everyone can have an access and an opinion
The tiny camera fixes a whizzing taxi.
In the night the moon swells and tear apart
The shadow path of the hidden stars
An attempt to escape in silence
Holding hands with the one you love
Of people we will never meet
Deflowered by force and thrown out
All eyes reflect a defeated dream.
The shame falters against the tight deadline
The life undone and forged anew
In the flawless breezy morning light.