A boulevard of worldly sufferings
I chose to stroll at twilight.
A jobless peasant sulking with
Only adversity in belly at roadside !
This boulevard is flooded with tears,
I failed to cleanse with moonlight.
the deafening cries of a mother
Who fails to feed her poor child !
This boulevard of trembling souls,
The victims of apathetic affluence.
The heartless fortunate capitalists
Who ignored them on the road !
This boulevard of cracking bones,
The skeletal remains of humankind.
I tread through this rubble of sickness,
Succumbing to blows of immoral kinds !
©2020 Piyush Singh