Under Construction ?
One never knows
where he might stumble
on the kerb of despair
and faint on the vast green stretch of love.
But, what if there is no grass
and only sharp gravel of pain
and dirt of broken dreams ?
There would be bruises all over
and a deep ghastly wounded heart.
With the flamboyant attire of exhilaration
soiled and not charming anymore,
one would find himself breathing
the murky cold air
of ingratitude towards self.
