I see the red light
And I stop
With every one
Stopping beside me.
I check my face
In the mirror.
It appears older
Every time I look.
I throw a curse or two
To the people,
To the crowd,
And to the traffic.
While the scorching heat
Slaps my face,
I see some lad
Cleaning the window shields.
Perhaps he wanted
Just twenty bucks
And I just had to say
Oh! Life sucks.
From the corner
Of the street,
I hear something, something
Like a groaning stomach.
Amidst loud horns
and heat I wonder,
How can I hear Hunger
In the street.
I drop my helmet’s shield
And close my eyes
And hear warning whistles,
Angry silencers.
I then hear
The groaning stomach
Growing louder, and
Louder and louder
I open my eyes
And see the beggar
And the boy, coming
Towards me, together.
I reach for my wallet
And see every vehicle
Moving again, And I move too
Leaving everything behind.