I live among the mass
The butchers, masons, cobblers, 
The cable guys and the milkmen,
I live Among 
Men who carries LPG cylinders to your home,
Painters, barbers and plumbers
Well there are some more ,
The painted women and 

The flock of laborers , clerks, sales men, hosiery workers,
I am in the vicinity of those
Who mend your garden or clean your toilets,
I live among the religious fanatics
For those everything happens at the instance of god
And all their miseries are the sins they do everyday
Every morning I watch faces of school going girls
Waiting to rise and shine ,
And in the daytime I watch boys going to the same place
to learn, they wouldn’t love to do
there lives a few politician with wicked faces
and some retailers with greedy eyes
a money lender with few goons looking menacingly
I go with them leaving my tiny hole behind
Merge with them at the bus stops
And becomes part of mangled crowded bus
Which stops at odd places with people keep filling in
And I do some odd to earn a little to keep my ration filling,
Yes I am one of them
I do not know who to vote, who to criticize and who to follow
Unconcerned over the stock prices, or what these filmsy girl wore in that fashion show,
Who will tell the truth to me plans of the politicians for my benefit,
When my heard moves , I follow
Yes
I am the mass
I create the so called India,
under privileged, suppressed, denied, frustrated,
i am a ticking time bomb