By Laudeep Singh
I see this road every day
but today
I am inspecting it prudently.
To me
it appears murky and senile
with a footpath on both sides.
Doesn't everyone have the right to walk on it?
Conceivably, yes
but everyone wishes to guard themselves
that's why they leave the road aside
and choose to tread on a footpath.
The road seems to be roofed
with guiltless fog
quite unsympathetic
emotionless
and unresponsive.
Many visit every day
clogging its chest
to display their manly fervor
but return in vain
as the fog’s shadow
vehemently clings to the road.
The road always lies there
frozen in place
enduring unaccounted discomfort.
The storms arise to plunder its wealth
the rains bid to wash away its blemish
the sun desires to engross its tears
the winds demand to embellish its distorted form
the fog requests to pelt its slanted viciousness
but its form remains unpleasant
like the woman I encountered yesterday
who was as taciturn as this road
almost unconscious
standing in the middle of the road.