Sullied rivers, channels of filth
Veins throbbing; running full
Into tolerant, colossal briny bowls
The blue burgeoning against the green
Promising evanescent life
Dividing walls, covetous,
Partisan feelings across barriers
Growing bricks of possession
Beaming lights in squares of prosperity
Making headway on the fleeting happiness graph
Tired, vacant eyes
Smells; of a day’s work
Heads in crowded local trains,
Packed kernels of pomegranate;
Bursting of life’s juice
Chubby fingers, avaricious for attention
Fuzzy ringlets shrouding decisions
An aching piece of our own being
Holding mirror to good times bygone
A slice of the future we create
- Anuradha Venkatnarayan
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