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