I had chanced upon a new path, a shortcut among short lanes
Through the marketplace…
And I chose to take it.
But was a path…shorter as it may be,
Overflowed with urban insanity.
Men who shoved a maimed, limbless boy
Out of their way.
And the stagnant salty,humid air of the cluttered
Fragmenting place….had succumbed to the unresisting
Pain slowly, had succumbed to silence.
I stopped one day,in my unrelenting way,to see
What kept the coins in our wallets.
Was everyone there struggling inside…like me,
Had conscience really left?
Was the path really such a mistake?
Couldn’t it be simply mistaken?