In the streets
Garbage trucks move
Spilling trash on sideways
Where you stand
For lights to turn green
All the while cars splash
Mud from the ditch
Where frogs croak loudest
Looking at clouds
Fearing from thunder
That billow sooty grime
That chokes you
Chokes you till your
Face turns red
But oblivious to your plight
Indifferent crowd marches
A slow death march towards
Daily mundane routine
Work and office work and office and
You take cue and do the same
Like puppet in string followed
By gesture of master
Chasing a mirage of oasis
And after everything is
Said and done finally
you reach home
where Light bulb turns on
And you forget
Forget everything
