Sunday, April 08, 2018


City gets up early,
Skips warm-up,
Starts running straightaway.

No bird in sight,
No melody of chirping,
Only cacophony of horns,
Devouring each and every sound.

People walk busily,
Have no time to talk,
No time to look around,
Not even to think.

I want to stop them,
I want to ask them,
Why are they so busy,
Are they dying soon
Or are they going to live forever?

1 comment:

How do we know said...

"Are we going to live forever? Why so busy?" - Ah! The eternal question! Lucky are those who find the answer.