Pin up the evidence,
it’s proof against those who are dense.
Its a sight to behold,
a sense of a torturous chokehold.
Scenic views only cover so much,
the false reassurances tip-off too much.
Street full of people,
the public prosecution making you seem feeble.
Hell for those who are far and few,
leaving the smallest things for them to stitch and sew.
A trap of a false sense of security,
dissatisfaction from the locality made abnormality;
Disdain and disappointment is a plague,
reasons to torment are left vague.
Those who suffer, brawl…
those who are to blame, crawl.
A stitched together narrative…
left for comfortable perception, a tragedy sealed as comparative.
Kashvi Kathuria 