The Warrior

The warrior in me,

Waging a war with everyone around me

Who violate rules, violate decency,

And those who violate humanity.

As I wade through the traffic, am always at war with that auto driver

Who would never be in his track, break traffic rules but glare at me as if I’m the offender,

And that traffic police who would neither control the auto and bus drivers

Nor the red beacon and star marked cars,

But will always be after my life to ensure that I obey the rules.

And look at that youth who we thought as the demographic dividend,

Merrily listening to his loud music in the earphone while zooming past in his bike on the road

And that girl with the hottest fashion statement

Crossing the road with the mobile phone pressed into her ear.    

I turned into a tourist site to have some fun and peace

Heard from someone, those have become targets for terrorist strikes,

Found loads of people crowding the place spewing out wrappers, bottles and the like,

Thought to myself are these less dangerous than the terrorist strikes?

As I turned to the road, the theatre hall, the bus stop, the park or the station,

Nowhere the situation was any better

Found myself in the middle of all these as the unwanted, unarmoured warrior

Fighting with enemies who cared least about my war.