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