Buffaloes lie in the middle
of the road. Cows saunter,
garbage lies in heaps,
bikes and cars follow no rules.
Could this be India?
It is, I say, perfectly.
A common sight, as
one espies. An eyesore,
making one frown. An obvious
disaster!
Unmindful sensibility is apparent,
Insight of the other side, reveals
the neatly swept front yard
of the house with colourful Kolams .
The daily baths, even twice a day
by the people, sweeping , mopping the floors,
fumes from sambrani release fragrance.
the poojas in the morning and evening
extend a divine feel, The contrast
as of the exterior and the interior
seems clueless. Could it be attributed
to the mysticism of the ancient land?
Meenas Poems 