In search of a
theme
Other side of closed
wall,
still your moorings are
inside; like Ping-Pong ball;
pushing to realm
of fear-ridden
fish weltering in a
tub,
water receding out slowly,
aridity? call it uncertainty?
Like musketeers with
ration card
In front of food suppliers,
their
morrow bleak, hungered children ,
wait for dad’s return with three
bags full of stuff and suffice
in both
their looks cropped up sudden.
Struggle for survival :
mapping the road?
Server down, making many
waiting
in endless queue, your train or flight
will not wait for you, on
line transaction
for medical bill, taking patient
where?
big bazaars billing counters
go awry,
sweat and dust falling in
dusk,
call it pitfall in technology?
me drawing circle,
Stuffing many a theme .
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