The Lives

The lives
before the directions turn blind
the lives
stumble and strive,
to cross the asphalt road.

Since birth
the lungs are tired
of gulp after gulp of poisonous air,
and coughing incessantly
screaming silently
the lives.
die.

The protruding eyes of
Pyramids of skeletons
watch fire of phoenix
and high sky dreams
the lives
Burn and burn.


The pale yellow light of
the morning spreads
in the dark chawl.
Like bunch of Ghosts
the lives
wander to and fro.