Conscience

I had chanced upon a new path, a shortcut among short lanes
Through the marketplace…
Homewards.

And I chose to take it.

But was a path…shorter as it may be,
Overflowed with urban insanity.

Empoweringly shameless

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?