Obscure Destiny
Father toils in unproductive land
To meet both the ends,
Uneducated, he has no other option
But to cling to the last straw frail
He got from his father.
He now wants to pass it on
To his educated son,
Exposed to the world by TV
Caught in the web of the internet
Who won’t soil his hands
Drip with sweat the land
For he sees urban dreams in rural eyes
For he carves modern ambition in rustic fingers.
Hope of turning his blue collar into white
Crashes in the concrete of urban discontent
For the dream job he doesn’t get.
Losing the race in stiff competition
He is broken, stuck in confusion
Between discarded root and denied refuge.
Bereft of the sense of belonging
To the society divided
He turns a destemmed leaf in cross-wind
Rustling aimless to nowhere
Destiny tragically obscure.
April 1, 2018.
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