At the Bend.
At the bend of the road
A variant lizard basking
Approaching a golden mask
Created by the galloping sun.
The scenic valley cut in two
By bulldozers and their men
Where hills learned to smoke
The mounds of dug out of earth.
Thousands of vehicle pass
Marring all beauty with
Pollution and the jarring music
Of the merry mechanics tilts
Through which noisy humanity hilts.
At the bend of the road
A lizard basking
And is not very impressed
With grandeur of constructions
Or the works of the missioned men.
Copyright © Durlabh Singh | Year Posted 2009
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