A defence colony experience (in verse)

on the roads, ordinary men walk
rich men either jog or
in their Mercedes; they talk
not to a human but to their dog.
how come they get so rich,
I wonder;
work their asses off or
a god’s blunder.
they live in swank palaces; a marvel
with high security, may be y or Z level
like a destitute…; I felt there
“10 years hence, will I be here”?
with enough money to buy
a hummer or a Land Rover
but, is that what I really aspire?
get rich, marry, sire n expire?
naah.., that would be a nightmare.
I would rather prefer
to be a mediocre,
if I could bring a difference,
in the lives
of the children at the gate of the temple,
with innocent expectant eyes.