I wander, I see and I hear Endless tales of woe from dried tongue. I meet mute faces in tears Walking naked feeted under blazing sun. The streets are quiet with no rhythm. The lanes are void of usual clamour. The closed shops and bars commemorate. The sudden death of chaos and glamour. I stay motionless on the dreaming Street Near the criss- cross connecting distant town Only pedestrains can be seen crawling mutely. Those tear-stained faces have turned brown. They might be from different world. Or they may not know how to utter voice. Their eyes do reflect pains and agony. But they keep on moving ahead without noise. Suddenly I am drawn towards south By a delicious smell of Royal Dish. I am still being dragged, following the air Till I find myself beside Pleasure Palace. There I hear the song of ecstasy. There I see the easeful delight. The Kings and Queens with full stomach Are oblivious to know subjects' plight. #footsteps Subjects' Plight #deadly march #struggle to exist
