CHANGING SEASONS

Blue glaze, white clouds, a sunny sky
A hungry farmer wiping his eyes dry
The heat, the traffic, the wasting time
The handicapped person begging for a dime
The chaos, the hectic schedules we face
The girl worker fallen from grace
An infant cuddled by cooing women
A mother selling her child to unknown men
The lemonade, the cold drinks, the comforting ice cream
The orphan on the street with shattered dreams
 
 
In the heat of the day we choose to ignore
In the cold comfort of night we forget...
 
Hollow sky, empty clouds, a hidden sun
On callused feet, poor little children run
A coffee, a sandwich, or maybe a burger
Around the corner, yet another murder
Middle age, hurt pride, a few grey hair
A lonely old woman falling down the stairs
The 5star wedding, the discos, the occasional rave
The old father crying for the son he could not save
A man on her doorstep with candy and flowers
A grey park, a cold bench, befriending a widower
The choolha, the roti, the flickering flame
The millions who died without a name
In the cold of the day we choose to ignore
In the lazy hue of night we forget.
 

~~Sanam Tripathi~~