Crushed
shining lights
hide the toil of millions
in dark alleys.
in these dark corners
gleaming sweat of men
cannot be differentiated
from salty vapour of sea.
the toilers are used to
sparkle and glitter
the lives of those
who need these lights
to protect themselves
from dark.
the toiling masses,
themselves
remain in shadows;
they get burnt as fuel
to generate shimmer
for others.
this fuel is infinite in supply
for it is priced cheap.
forced to provide, perpetually
the lustre, the dazzle, for others;
keeping their own aspirations
in shadows; and
somehow hoping
to be redeemed,
some day, one day.
for only this thin,
trembling ray of hope
is their own flicker.
5.10.2014
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014
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