Irony

True ,one does not break foot always
On two-wheeler scooter on a windy night
When one returns from buying
Fresh vegetables on a slippery road
When machine stops and men slip
Near the all night petrol pump.
Here grease bubbles have rainbows .
Beauty is not just that but macabre humor
Here laughing does not cause beauty
But writes pain in time-ravaged faces
Surely irony is exquisite but strikes one
As though it were last year’s lightning
That struck the flourishing palm tree
Leaving it friendless and frondless.