Ola Uber Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Ola Uber

Run.
Struggle.
Run down
as dusk falls.

Carried, not going.
Speed without direction.

Essence missing.
Purpose bled out.

Why does man live -
torment.

The city keeps moving.
I do not.

Purpose.
Purpose.
Purpose.

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