Thats The Way It Goes! Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

The sultry sweltering heat
Dusty city and a hot breeze
Scorched skins and emotions
Rising smell of decay
Fragrance has lost its way
Wet dreams
Someone screams
The newspapers shout
Another bomb blast and a gang rape
The newsprint is in red
With all the blood thats been shed
And life goes by
For us as if nothing has happened
In our chauffeur driven cars
Beggars knocking with scars
We shoo them away
Or open the window
Give them some dough
And then feel good about it
Next street someones been hit
And the mangled body lying on the road
Cars speeding by, no one really owed
The cyclewallah stops seeing the ghastly sight
Trying to stop the cars in the fading light
Other pedestrians have now crowded in
Just watching without doing anything
Finally an autorickshaw stops and rushes
The man to the hospital
Well...thats the way it goes
We reach our homes
And our doors close
To all the din
And ask the servant to give us a drink