One fine day, driving my way,
I reached a square.
But just when I reached, the lights
turned red and I had to stop there.

I looked at my front, a little above me
there was a flyover very long.
Big enough with vehicles on it
was looking beautiful and strong.

On my side, my eyes stretched wide
looking a building tall and high
A man made structure, very huge
just touching the sky.

Skyscrapers, planes, Industries and money
everything we have got,
And I thought in this half century,
we have progressed a lot.

Suddenly a toddler, wearing no clothes
just came near me.
Indigent boy, crying and begging
was really pitiful to see.

Stretching his hand, he went to everyone
the situation was really bad,
What a life for this little boy
cogitation on this, I really became sad.

What’s the use of progress, if the line between rich and poor
has broadened up, instead of becoming thin.
Having this premise in my mind I saw,
the lights had turned green.