Pathos of voices muffled,
In decibel of nation’s change.
Those forums of lights,
Shrouding the urban blights,
And trading the human pain.
In a digital age, into a concrete jungle.
The listless humanity, is left to waste.
Educated & aware, the denizens en masse.
But could not stop this one more rape.
The Nights are dark & corners tainted.
A crusade fillips through media lights.
Next day is held, hostage to debates.
But farther nights, to un-guarded gates.
They splinter the essentials of civility & spirit.
Through garrulous grenades & apathy of dogma.
Then rises a stir of trivia untill,
It falters &succumbs to this concrete space.
If i could build this city, by brick & stones.
Place barbarism, to guard its darker gates.
Then justice would blind, to extempore of mobs.
But satiate my humanity,through swat & swathe.
The grim desires ,repleting dread with plight.
I could lose my city but win those farther nights.
Un-tainted, un-chained, to a dawn of today.
By: Vishu Mishra