sometimes when you trace your path back...u realise how reckless your footsteps have been,how caught in your aimless rush,
u stamped on many a foot,
destroyed budding anthills,
trampled tiny industrious ants,
crushed unheralded buds, just off the branch,
how a pompous stride cramped a dream,.........
accused of murder we may not be, but of being callous,of being indifferent,of being haughty,we all are guilty of,tainted we all are....