
Who are we?
Pratibha Varma

There is clutter
There is chaos
Cords entangled to impossible freedom
There is perpetual frown on our foreheads
And our palms are sweaty forever
We blink too many times than normal
And we are loud even in silence
There is hurry, which rarely means
We are punctual,
There’s constant urgency in our desires
And cut throat cut offs
for happiness in general
There is absence of ethics
Or etiquette, there are deaf ears