the clock behind the veil of walls
tick-tocks
concrete-concerto
pouring mixed signals
droplets of vibrations
distortions-disorientations
late departure of train
from the third station
where the traceless trails
un-possess a proper destination
where they will be taken
decapitated, frozen in the fridge
living amongst the scums of the streets
being manipulated as sex dolls for satisfying sexual appetite
added as working mechanisms and engines to power factories
as if they were spare parts
fragile
easily discarded--- profitable tools
pyramids and hierarchies are constraining
as the / dalits / carry the load
burden of making ends meet
just to survive and thrive in a treadmill
where dead bodies are to be found
hanging along the rails
blood-streaked barbed wires
these hungry souls
keep playing hopscotch
with unknown dangers
handcuffed in situations
they were born of
de-privileged living amongst the slums
labelled with every box and cube-prisons
but their eyes are windows to permeate through darkness
