*Actuality*

A bright sunny day outside and a desire for adventure,

Aspiring to be a venturer,  

And I am inside with a longing,

Finally escaping from the ease of bed and the room,

I am out and on my way.

Dungy, dusty but emotive is the road,

 Mind is working,

Fathoming the analogy,

A feeble and exposed body lies,

Abut with the dogs,

I did not stop but I drifted on.

Afar, a girl so weak and exhausted,

Quite young to be a mother,

Holding her child, 

Trying to wrap merely with,

The only piece of cloth she probably had, 

I did not stop, but I drifted on.

Bitsy young boys deprived, fighting, crying and amusing, 

Again I did not stop, but I drifted on. 

Abandoned after contemplation,

Aghast by the affinity,

Frightened to move further,

An inexpressible is the feeling,

Abiding in my heart, 

Is the actuality of today.

People succumbing not to diseases but to starvation,

With merciless sun above and ruthless earth below, 

The man remains abdicated not to relax but to avoid the pain,

Maybe just ambushing death.

A mother in need, with a hunger so strong, 

Contending to give the child a life, 

Maybe at the cost of her own.

Children effete and bare,

Trying to avoid the thoughts which haunt them all day and night, 

For a handful of rice. 

Caste being poor and religion being hunger,

Envisioning, delighted or depressed on being alive,

Puzzled and addled, 

To turn back close my eyes and make my future,

Or to stop, open my eyes and make a great future.

If you can resolve, you are better than I.