‎mad Rush Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

The city ruffles with tales varied...
Filled with schizophrenic rush for fittest worried...
Each rational struggle to prove their worth..
Those who survive enjoys the berth..
Various designs of vehicles fill the road..
Passer byes are in trouble to cross and drop..
Life moves with a hectic phase..
Everyone marches with rampant race..
Engulfs in fire to struggle bold..
They fight with nerves to achieve the material goal..
The lines of vehicles on each traffic post..
Ready to drive their spot..
With pride most..
Amidst the sane assemblage..
The insane man roams and sings..
Little care for the disgusted stairs..
Of people's covered ring..
He sings heartily shouting among the inhuman...
I M THE HUMAN...
DONT RUSH FOR MATERIAL RACE ATLAST...
YOU WILL GET YOUR PLEASURE
WHERE YOU TAKE REST..
THERE YOU NEED NO MATERIAL BLISS..
ONLY YOUR DEED WILL BE YOUR COVERAGE, TO GET GOD'S BLISS.
None listens his boisterous song..
march ahead as the traffic moves on..