The swinging carousel of life

The birds chirp a tad louder,
The colors seem a bit brighter,
From the sidelines of the circus that is this world, I see
That Life I owe myself I can see,
Calling me to try,
Yet this swinging carousel of life passes me by.

I see people riding on it,
Laughing and chatting with utmost gaiety.
I try and hop on,
A glimpse of the fast ride egging me on
But the swinging carousel of life passes me by.

I feel the rush and I feel the edginess,
The fervour for things to be done.
The dream of a life I have dreamt again and again,
Till I know by heart each and every frame
Yet the swinging carousel of life passes me by.

Rain rain

Rain rain, don't come again,
Or come again in a million days
When India is a better place.

Floods will come, landslides galore,
People and property will remain no more.
While our netas keep away
In Delhi or USA.