work in progress
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.