Nothing has changed
The furnace of the car in the sweltering heat
The children risking lives to cross the road
to reach home faster.
The buffaloes in the middle of the concrete street
blissfully unaware of the blaring honks,
Nothing has changed.
The incessant rush to reach ……somewhere
The temple bells beckoning you towards
solace which most ignore,
The grotesque graffiti on the pillar walls
embellished with red spittle
Nothing has changed.
In the constancy of the mundane,
she failed to realise the barrenness which encompasses her soul.
The silence which is merciful as it bears the pain
of the stone of her heart.
Her eyes which look every afternoon at the unchanged world
Unaware that one thing has changed — — the essence of HER
