A/N-On the recent stampede at the railway station in Mumbai
'Bridge is falling'
A remark added to the chaos,
Like sugar to diabetic tea,
Chaos is not a ladder
But chaos is chaos
And after chaos only death and more chaos prevails
Hellphinstone (not a typo) was grieved by the politicians,
Their grief rivaling the authenticity of their smiles
A stairway to hell was clogged with too many folk,
A flower vendor flies from ICU to mortuary
Like pollen to stigma,
A woman in burqa is unable to find her man,
And his faith,
Amongst the blood common to all,
A boy chose train over bike on that rainy day,
A girl asked her differently abled father to go ahead,
Treasures for bullet train but not even
A rupee for the bridge,
Amongst playing Namaste-Konnichiwa,
Modi and Abe have built a game of snake and ladders
Without ladders
And Mumbai- city of dreams
Is turned to its true nightmarish form.
The lives are lost but life moves on...
~Ajay
30/9/17
