Numb on both ends.

The road,
Open on both ends,
Open for. More. 
Rolling, orange, hills.
Barren on one,
A little more lush 
On the side less rolled by.

Some students sticking 
Their hands
To snapshot.
A .
Epitaph..in air.
,
,
   in the middle on the road,
Some beggars, some assaulters,
Some. people.

A motorcycle speeds up,
A XSR, a KTM, the latest models.

Leaves a trail. of, pollution,
Some fine particles 
Accreating into
Hay.

A man, 
On a cycle,
Paddling, the air
Tearing across his
Ragged clothes,
Eyes weak with cataract.
Accelerates further into
The smoke, 
His crudest manifestations of 
Numbness,
Of beauty,
Of his skin,
Of his dignity.

Untouchability,
Don't touch the rich, let.
The. particulars. glide 
Right across.
Generating spark, across
His callous skin.
The tyres cough,
They can't move forward,
Wearing a crown,
Never bow.
Never cry,
Never ask.
Just wear a crown,
And sit.