How long
How long,
This endless marathon
On the routine lanes,
I ask myself
As I keep running the marathon
On the synthetic tracks
That don't tire my feet
Don't I prefer those bumpy
Tracks that I once ran?
Plastic flowers
Synthetic scents
Bottled water
Aerated drinks
Habitual shake-hands
Lip serviced compliments
Disgusting disgusting
This marathon on
Synthetic tracks...
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-synthetic-tracks/
