Into The Crowds Of Nameless, Faceless People Of Calcutta, Saw I Humanity Coming To A Standstill Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Into The Crowds Of Nameless, Faceless People Of Calcutta, Saw I Humanity Coming To A Standstill



Into the nameless, faceless crowds of the people
Waiting for, hurrying across,
In a haste, finding a way out,
Gasping for breath,
Traffic jams and vehicles standing
Bumper to bumper,
The lights changing,
Turning red, green and yellow,
Giving the signals to the people,
Crowds and vehicles waiting,
Humanity writhing in pain,
Struggling to live,
Survive and exist,
The sirens wailing,
The ambulances asking for space,
Room and screeching,
The beacon lights flashing
And the patient on oxygen and life support
Praying to God
In utter submission,
But the people unmindful of, going,
Lost into the activities of theirs
And as thus the world going on,
This busy and fast life of ours,
Where our home,
Where our service place,
The place of posting.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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