By- Paldron Tenzin, NLSIU, Bangalore
Robotic gazing at technological screens
Constant hours spent, functioning by means.
As the world spins its spin with another tide
You wait for you to change, you just might.
But the dry air smells just quite the same
And you walk towards the acquainted mundane.
The thrill of the day sometimes comes by
Disguised in escapades from choices made why.
A day determined to bring a smile
Or to return morrow into your pile.
So is it change or a change undone
As you feel the rain and stop your run.