Poetry Apr 15, 2020

Machines revved with the crowds,
Rats raved beneath them,
Ran through the crevices,
Reaching nowhere,
Falling anxious, moving,

The world stopped for no-one,
The rats stopped by for refuge,
Pouncing upon walls,
Making their way through shafts,–
Shafts askew.

They were the creatures,
Creatures born in rush hours,
Their lives in hurry,
Breakless breakneck,
Breakneck speeds ,
Unforgiving and reckless.

Machines revved with the moving crowds,
The rat raved beneath them,
Falling anxious, moving anxious.

– Hrishikesh patil

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