PIPE DREAM



Wandering aimlessly in the haste of city

I paused to the mixed noises

Moaning and groaning here

Cackling and chuckling there

 

Migrant labor in the queues

A loaf of bread, a pack of biscuits

Broken rice and rotten veggies

Two square meals in charity

 

Mr. Moneybags in the queue

Buying Rolex, Cartier and Louis Vuitton

Blueberries, pine nuts and Salmon

Every meal savored as a banquet

 

Have-not pedaling the cycle

Cracked feet running miles

Stale chapatis and running water

Contented to the discontented life

 

Baron airborne the jet

In fitness zones running miles

Intermittent fasts, diets and sparkling water

Discontented to the contented life

 

Mass weddings, pilgrimage and rubberneck tour

Ration cards, saving schemes and pensions

Kite flying and floating paper boats

Unusual joys in usual things

 

 

Destination weddings, dream holidays and fiestas

Earnings, black money and squandering

Swiss accounts, rifles and guns

Miserable luxuries luxuriously wasted

 

Happiness a magical delusion

Diving deep yet unfilled hands

Seek to find; find to seek

Mirage chasing and racing

 


Comments

  1. Shelly GurpreetJuly 1, 2020 at 12:46 PM

    Stark contrast, stares at us with eyes wide, but who can bridge the gap between this divide?

    ReplyDelete

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