Quandary!

Few men on the street crawls, as the others fly by;
A group of children under a Banyan tree,
Few indifferent one's behind their PS4 and PS3's,
A lady hiding the wrinkles, behind the strong base and mascara's,
Yet there is one ~ a lady cobbler down the street, stitching the wrinkles somehow.
A skyscraper on the edge of the sea,
Only to miss a tattered hut, in the middle of the city.
Destinations as they are the same in this prejudiced world,
Yet different destinies, different paths and different time-zones,
Creating nothing but a great world divide,
Leaving me in a quandary as another year passes by!

- Prashant Goel