By Nidhi Yadav
I was sitting but the car was moving
I saw dogs; vaguely sitting besides,
with their heads down and shady eyes,
seeing the racing cars.
Looking as if they knows the finale.
The world has changed a lot;
more than my dreams and reality;
in endless buildings and high fountains.
Believes that flyovers can take them anywhere,
but still finds themselves stuck in traffic.
The nature is so silent here
suppressed by the honks of the hounds.
Mortals ruling sky, water, air, space
but not their own hearts.
Everywhere the world is so glittering
not with the pearls of heaven ,
but with the bubbles of gold and diamonds.
I feel like a living dead;
walking in the sand of time ,
clutched in roots of responsibilities ,
with no wings of freedom.
Life is a game of thrones
either make us or break us .
People lust for
Reputation, their reflection
Character, their shadow
I feel pity
I talked to the posters,
Perhaps they can answer me .
Helpless isn’t it?
Should have resigned like the dogs?
Our stage is not golden
but a golden petal.