An Invite

We are constructing
our empire of hunger
Digging lake of thirst here and far
I m preparing the invite
writing words in blood
An approved plan of one room mansion
of desperation has started to roll ,
Anger, anxiety,uncertainty and fear
are four corners of the room
Into the empty kitchen racks
love can’t enter or groom
Breakfast will wait
when I run for the train
Just to have an address
I come back to the den
No time to know names of neighbors
We number them
one two three and four
Rain fills potholes not our dry well
Roads dirty our dress
where to go for romantic spell?
We are born mortals is common in you and me
For building your comfort zone
why am I sacrificed can you tell me
Come and smell truth
in ugly and sordid as treated are we
Do not bring any gift,
empathy kills me.
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra