मध्य प्रदेश की काँग्रेसमयी भाजपा का “एलिना बम”

 Their withered grey whisper a tale to me,

A trail unforseeable I leave behind,

And carry on my stroll, under these shadows casted upon me.

I see people—talking in hushed tones,

Leaves crunching, as joggers pass by,

On this afternoon, where the sky has been painted upon by hues breathtaking,

This world seems limitless,

The universe soothing with its endless possibilities.

Perhaps, I may have been blurred of all my dreams,

And I might not catch onto what I feel as quick,

But today, I latch my eyes onto this serene scenery,

Where the seconds and minutes slow down—as if on a standstill.

A place where no one gazes upon me, and knows who I might be,

I think I like this better— perhaps only on days like these,

What do I know? Yet people expect of me so many things,

I think I sometimes would love to wander off—never to be found, always to be free.

On these pavements trodden, with a gentle rush in the breeze,

I feel myself swaying to the winds that call out to me.

Shreya Gandharkar naye Mumbai