With bated breatha waiting at the liminal space between certainty and uncertainty will the people come out of their slumber their old stinking beliefs from their greed for freebies from their vested interest from all the gimmics played by political parties and come together at least once and opt to vote for what is good for their people, and their nation
Commuters or Wandereror Strangers All lost in their own thoughts Unconcenred Obvilious to their surroundings As if Chasing their larger- than- themselves shadowown shadows Untill some mishap shakes them Than they all come alive Helping each other Without any discrimination Humanity takes over But Why wait only for some mishap
With sugar-coated talk, they try to win you Your well-being is their motto, so they fool you They come wearing a mask Keep smiling is their task While their sole aim is to sell their product They don't care if the product is harmful is a fact
Each key is made to unlock a lock
Every lock has an appropriate key
you may
by chance, or by
luck
find the right lock for the key
or the right key of the lock
you may succeed
or
you may fail
but
let the chase last
till the last breath