Strolling Back
In the evening, strolling back from work,
the leisure in the walk,
the calming silence and the frightening peace
in the midst of the roaring vehicles,
wailing kids, stomping adults, bing bing
of elevators moving up and down.
Sometimes it is the lack of peace
in the silent minds
the riffle raffle of right and wrong
scramble desires and wants,
deserved yet deprived
in the time that went passing by.
The angst never took shape of words,
but the confused heads curse all,
The girl who left the one
at the railway station justifies her actions.
The guy working at the desk,
believes the world would stop; if -
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