Sunday, 11 August 2013


Tatty looks on every man
Sick of hard slog
In dingy shades of high rise buildings
Just to earn food,shelter and
Some kudos in society
Such small requirements
 For existence in this pristine world
With blessing of deity
Mortals are surviving at any rate till each dawn
But with the sunset of day
Burned out damp bodies with
Falling bowed shoulder, baffled looks
Returning to their dwelling
Craving for respite and peace of soul!
-Pooja Sanandia