The Boulevard
An early beginning to an empty day
To be filled by those
Whom I will meet
With their angst
Waiting to be released
Happiness is not hawked on streets
Nirvana is not sold in malls
Bliss is a commodity
Rarer than diamonds
Animus and anger
Resentment and fear
Is ripe and ready to fall
From trees lining the boulevard
Marble statues and flower beds
Smile with a lifeless joy
Coffee shops bustle with crowds
Downing darkness with every sip
That may bring them alive
And there’s a calm sea
Devoid of tides
Swaying gently
On the other side
They say
I only see the wrong things
Not the art in the statues
Beauty in flowers
Nor serenity of the sea
Yet can’t close my eyes
To fruits bitter and ready to fall
From trees that line the boulevard
On heads of people passing by
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
A very evocative and moving piece Shashi. We do need to see the reality for what it is.
Thanks Sadje. As I said before we have a responsibility to point out what is happening in the society.
Indeed we have.
Beautiful poem
Thanks a lot for reading
🙏
My pleasure 😇