Out
on the busy road
You
live in your lonely dream.
Walking
among the frantic rats
You
can’t hear them scream.
Far
away in a good old town
Life
is still at ease.
In
the world of fretting souls
Your
time’s but on lease.
Humming
to your favourite tune
You
dream of that old town.
While
bumping into busy men
You’re
greeted with a frown.
Walking
on for a few more steps
You
trample on a zebra’s face.
It
hasn’t got any eyebrows yet.
You
may pass with grace.
In
that town they sing old songs,
They
eat and drink and make merry.
While
you cling on to the few more steps
Before
the walk gets weary.
Another
block before you stop
And
look at the building ahead.
Where they dig up new stones with digital
drills
And
pile them up on your head.
A
few more walks and internal talks
And
the walks too will lose their worth
When
you will carry the weight along
And
the burden’s what you’ll carry forth.
Right
beside you there are a heads few
That
may like the noise and the stones
They
drill on well and laugh when they do
They’ve
made peace with their daily roles.
Walk
back and take a turn
Towards
the town of your dream.
Where
the walk and it’s end both bring a smile
Find
your town of chocolate and cream.
Aritra Chakrabarti.
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