My Nose Knows
The street was rolling,
with dumps of dumping,
lying,
here and there,
there and here,
I was going somewhere,
when I cited the above
and the below affair,
I saw people with masks,
but no-one really was
concerned about the equation,
which is in a mode of acceleration.
People were living in dirt and dust,
as if all their desires are flushed,
My destination resembled
& my mind got crumbled,
because,
It isn't just my nose who knows,
senses are just senses,
and they functions
without any disparities.'
Copyright © Jepranshu Aganivanshi | Year Posted 2015
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