work in progress

Maruti Naik
1 min readJan 1, 2019
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weaving through the incessant hordes,

the traffic, the noise, the potholed roads,

sacrificing my present for a better future,

if one believes the omnipresent boards,

I rush to be engulfed into a crush load,

defend with my life, the last inch on the foot-board,

my toes and my outstretched hands, cling on to the dream I had,

i ask the same questions, the answers keep changing,

a milestone achieved just pushes the destination a little further,

i rise, i fall, and i rise again,

you sneer; why the crib you say,

why not just get out of the fray,

your taunts just a heavy price, i choose to pay,

your invocation of my spirit, well,

a sucker is born every other day.



Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write