I see a hazy dusk from the railing,
Sun mostly gone,
for doing overtime in the west,
A few birds flutter over the murky waters,
Not many trees in the yonder
To cover too few nests in the trees!
I see some love birds, their legs shuffling crazy,
Kicking empty cans on the bund,
Bothered least Buddha* on the watery pedestal.
Some working lot I see with political wings,
They scurry in a medley of fancy processions,
Their blabbering echoed in the flags
That waved with every hue from motley agendas,
Maybe they crave Utopias in a cozy tomorrow.
I see some kids tweeting on little green patches,
Some others up and down the climbing wall slides.
And as time passes by, unaware
Of the advancing clouds corrupt, easily undisturbed
They see only good things that repeat.
*A giant statue in the middle of Hussain Sagar Lake with a Bund on to one side (Hyderabad, India.)
