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Solemn Sadness

A cry of a babe  yonder sets  a tentative  palpitation,

Is it due to pain or colic? worries the  caring mind .

The shrill wail far away  incites an agitation

Is it hungry or lonely ? queries the  loving kind, 

Soon the poignancy tempers to a silence.

Th cackle and battle  in the streets  calls for attention,

May be the shouts are the outcome of water shortage?  retorts the heart,

The loudness soars to high decibel round the street corner , a unpleasant distraction,

Fighting for a  pot of water in long queues in the scorching heat,

In no time the gravity diffuses to a quietness.

The stampede and rush  in the cities   decry a chaotic confusion,

Is it  a result of an unwieldy flow  from the villages ? asks  the instinct,

The congestion  creates a suffocating environment , a terrible   desolation,

Scrambling  for  little space  in the overcrowded  stifling  areas totally indistinct,

In a wink of a moment the sweat disappears into a sullenness.

The feverish and   deliberate anguish to join the universities,

Is it because of the four digit salary and perks ? inquires the belief,

The aspiration destroys the mindset of the wards , apprehensive  diversities,

Competing to get entry to the coveted soft ware courses , a ridiculous relief,

Like dew drops the tough wrangles descend into sobriety.

The charm of life  dissipates  in the milieu of undue hurry,

Is it a  reflection of the worldly pleasures? resumes the dialogue,

The crushing appointments and dubious pretensions,a pernicious bury,

Slashing the essence of existence to a mere unrelated analogue,

As a magic , ” joie de vivre”  devolves into a solemnity.