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.