Zephyr

Rains delayed, the number measures -

Gone hay wire

Political color or its glory… aint so holi(y)

Powers desire

‘Beats’ of passions fall misplaced

Man on fire!

At Hundred, Cut-Offs today, above all now…

Hell’s no higher!

The elders stop, steal a glance

Turn the page to their converted chance

Our future shimmers in the ‘hell’ of famed!

In dust and dirt, lies, our ‘NOW’ ashamed!

Principles manufactured in best-sellers online-

Cash on delivery pay

Mirages of carnal craze, not just a pirate disc, but -

On streets display

Farmer eyes a dry ink pot, no sadness writes, but -

His ‘face books’ say!

‘India shinning’ words worth of our ‘opium’ anthem –

In movie halls play!

I live today with tomorrow’s bane

Running against this one-way lane

Heart beats hammer a ‘rhythm divine’

No zephyr blowing… today… through yonder mountain-line