An empty lane
no heart of gold
some ghosts of
past
some dreams
untold.
Passengers in the
journey
faded faces
with dimmer souls
each one has
struck
each one on your
throat.
Some promises of
growth
future prosperity
they hold
shrill voices of
development came
another told to
remove me from my home
Isn’t this the
betterment
of which we are
told?
Of hopes and
dreams
Of youth and old.
Equality of speech
& freedom of thought
Of each word I say
Anti national I am,
I am told.
Of building
barriers & broken bridges
of states dividing
& culture uniting
2 sons bought up
from same motherland
of same language
& history,
their difference I
am being told to explore.
A nation of
dreams,
with billions handicapped
followers have grown.
Some with eyes but
can’t see,
Some with voice but
reason has gone,
Some deaf who can’t
hear the shouts anymore,
Others with heart
which have turned to stone.
It’s indeed an
empty lane,
there is no heart
of gold
with ghosts of
past
there are more to
unfold.
