A man crossing a roadin

A man crossing a road

At crossroads with life-

unsure which shore or side

he belongs, if any

Dodging the speeding cars

easier to escape

than the volleys between ears

Caught between

the dilemma of being

and the clarity of nonbeing

Torn between

the futility of dying

and the unworthiness of surviving

May be a subject for someone's poem

may be will adorn a canvas in some museum

may be will make it to tomorrow's headlines

But so long as he draws breath

and waits to throw himself

at the traffic

nobody is bothered to wait

and see,

really see

that

he

even

exists.

One among the countless

that come and go unseen

fleeting across eye's periphery

A man crossing a road.