My Blured Hope

My foot is four legs of a tortoise My thump is anchor of my docking My reason is the traffic light of red lights only My patience is the hand break of a vehicle Their ‘batakari’ has wings to fly over me Their worm-length’s shape has assumed e-train’s speed Their purpose has influenced reason Their haste has dismantled rightful queues My hope of getting there is terminated My hope of timely-fulfilment is turned time-will-tell My very core of success is just an envisaged hallucination My comfort of hope is … ‘God will tell when’ Life is not a competitive errand Life must be fulfilling through struggles My much efforts draining, I can’t change my aging They pass through the hasty runways Through dubious means to by-pass me To achieve their over-ambitious greed-filled lives At the expense of the down trodden. I am not blaming the successful for my plight But the gate has to be opened to all, The apian way is an abomination. Do unto the politicians, the vote winners, the powerful and the privileged Including their relations, associates and affiliates As you do unto the civilian, the vote casters, the commoners and the under- deprived.