A walk with time

Time walks with hurt etched in its heart
Through these serpentine city roads,
This - my city – of breakneck speed!

And I walk with time -,
Holding hands , learning truths .
Some I see. Some I cannot

Beyond my window -The sky is vast ,
The clouds grey grim
Hold on to the rain, not letting go
Unwept tears wedged behind eyelashes

A rainbow of hurt on the horizon
Some of it I can see and some I do not…..

Across my dingy lane
The little boy walks on rickety legs
Clutched in his hand a shapeless tin can
His life line
Tangling between strangers -he whines
Like a stray pup on a winter morning

There is hurt on his face ,
Hurt stamped in the battered can

Some of which I feel the rest I do not

Under the peach light of the street lamp
She stands and sells love .
A rupee a minute - time sold for
Loose change and beguiling smiles.
Tucked In the folds of her body ,
tattered saree ,there is the same truth

And I walk with time -,
Holding hands learning truths
In these lanes
From the lines your face
Some I see. Some I cannot.
Some I can. Some I do not