The day before
men came in a truck
unloaded the furniture.
First came the tables
without paint, rickety
chairs followed.
A rugged looking man
jumps down, shouts
Vanagada , vangada
.
A first shot in the arm,
the noise hitherto unknown
breaks the serenity.
Disheartened, I turn back,
a few more years to go,
I tell myself, Soon will be
entrapped in an unbecoming environ,
I talk to the environmentalists, the
civic authorities
who promise to bring back
peace. A saying in Tamil
strikes me,
” nai vitra kaasu kulaikuma?”
meaning the sale proceeds
of a dog will not bark.
One reply on “Nai Vitra Kasu”
Didn’t say enough – it was narrative without a theme.