THE GLASS CITY

A city of glass houses.

All houses in that city

            Only of glass.

Standing tall in every block

Soaring towers

            –  Rivaling the sky,

Of glass, too.

And behind the shelter of that glass

Are hidden men holding their lives in their hands –

            – Like King Parikshit.

In fear of Takshak.

But they do not know that

A day will come

When

By the bite of Takshak

These all Kings Parikshit

Will get wounded

            Will wail and scream

Will lurch in agony

And ultimately?

Will terminate

Their glassy journey.

- UDDHAV BHAIWAL