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 Going nowhere.
Defective childhood signals, The establishment, Parents, teachers, friends are All held intermittently responsible Butted onto the bumpy trail of guilt All, except...
