Passing through this road
And staring at your wheelbarrow,
Was never a sensuous enjoyment.
I mesmerize my egoistic words,
I don’t want your golgappas,
Do you wish?
I fell sick after eating your dirty golgappa.
Look at this plate.
A Yuck..
Those Old faded eyes
After having regrets once used to look at me and then that plate,
He was an old man,
Whose life was not more than a curse,
Hopes were thousands miles away,
Shivering hands were unable to do anything,
Throat was thirsty to be drenched,
Wandering people were not more than a wraith,
Coming and going like a paper roving,
Was always waiting for someone to ask him
One plate golgappa please .
Alas! He is no more today,
No one asked him for one plate golgappa yet!!
Slum dogs has got a wheel barrow as a new toy,
One was sitting upside and two were pushing ahead..
I am also enough lucky not to see him again,
No one will ask anymore for one plate golgappa please !!!!








