Like the tiny signboard
That arrives and vanishes
In a flash on an express way
People brush past everyone
In an overflowing throng
Every small speck we ignore
In itself is stuffed with life
The town of a gritty resolve
The street that awaits the child lost
In the puffing dust of the speeding lane
That sinks In the glitter of a metro city
Stretching to storm into a swanky mansion
Afar from the dedicated street light
Under which the resolve was constructed
The sparkle blindfolds the eager sight
The signboard becomes invisible
The life behind the beaten path remains unknown
The cipher is complete and infinity remains hollow
Like a loving shore and an alluring horizon.
Yamuna nagar
2189
20.38 hrs
18.3.25
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