JOURNEY
In a happy mood after meeting friends,
Chandigarh was almost an end,
Boarded the bus for capital,
The journey was boring and terrible.
Thinking of golden days, happily they passed,
And now only memories, they only lasts,
Giving miss calls to friends,
But signal!! Calls don’t start but ends.
Thank god, the weather was good, and no rain,
Enjoying the natural ac ,it was main,
Many people gave a comedy look,
Some sleeping, some snoring and some just shook.
Watching the padded fields full of water,
It is the farmers, the rain would matter,
Working in this hard rain, to feed us,
Many thoughts passing by, travelling in bus
Suddenly saw a kid crying in this rain,
No clothes on may be wanting some grain,
Few more kids in the same condition,
Did anyone think anything or gave a notion??
A slum area passed by, shelter full of water,
Mothers protecting their child, may be son or daughter,
No proper roads, no proper food,
Is the government, or weather or WE being rude??
People finding something in the heap of garbage,
Just stinking, unhygienic full of wastage,
Are they finding a source of income?
Or simply they are dumb…
Still living in such adverse environment,
Can anyone lend them a cent??
Are they studying, are they literate?
It shows developing India’s growth rate..
My mood totally changed and its not a lie,
Is this our loving country, unemployed and helpless?
Many people just remain the witness.
Youth get up; rise; don’t sleep with eyes open,
So that, beautiful life for next generation can reopen,
Being educated, high salary is of war use,
If our mother country’s problem is not reduced.
Reached the capital with heavy heart,
And routine continues in a flowchart,
Reached safely with my mind running,
Help the poor, help the needy, I am just requesting.
India will surely rise,
Will see sun in independent nation,
All be wise, and it will be a prize
And all be happy with glorification...
Parmita biswas
