AbhayPeople, noise, and city lights
idle days and restless nights
Through scorching heat and icy cold
the lives, the stories, that go untold
Unsung epics of everyday life
remarkable tales of commonplace strife
Yet life goes on and passes us by
the unseen stars of the night sky
Ever-present, never there
a calloused world that doesn’t care
The disinterested audience and under-valued stage
the empty frustration, the injustice, the rage
of being reduced to a footnote on a torn-out page…
