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Closed my eyes for quite some time

Tried hard to find reasons for my crime

Crime ? I betrayed my inner conscience

Walked eagerly into the warp created by science

Hated to see wrinkles ,stooping bodies,tormented souls

Greyed graveyard watchmen ,crematorium,disgusting odours

Thorns on the rose stems --- snakes in their holes

Sportsmen,athletes doped for achieving their goals

Vomiting child in his mother's arms

Hairy caterpillars on tomato farms

Dungeon-like slums devoid of comforts

Overcrowded jails with prisoners all sorts

Stifling,humid midsummer blues

Blaring loudspeakers ,buses,trucks

Slushy white marble path leading to some deity

Slaughtering of innocent lives in sacrifice

Anorexic ladies , painted and perfumed

Obese middle agers from hell exhumed

Rough,bumpy,potholed blistered street

Unkempt lunatic- unshaven,dusty bare feet

Ride in public bus stuffed with people

Crumbling old temple,broken church steeple

Nagging salesmen ,salesgirls push-selling

Forces me to spend though I'm unwilling

Drudgery of life , the coat of etiquette

Don't ask for more..I may hurl a briquette !

© Bishwanath Mukherjee