Of mine in the village.
Nothing is in order.
Things lie around in style
To ooze life from their
Tatterd existence.
The swish of wind,
Clips on the cloth line dangle.
To which the yellow
Marigolds rhyme in sync.
Crows caw from the
Eucalyptus.
Torn saree stuck in
The fence flutter and
The the periwinkles
Dance in style.
A broken chair and
Handicapped cot observe
From where they sit.
The water pipe unevenly
Lies around with the broom
Like they're on a blind date,
To this concert.
Then there's a wooden log,
Paint-can, coconut husk and
A gunny bag full of trash.
A big water tank,
Then the water cans
And buckets.
Joining in as a family.
Washing brush, surf,
A dishwasher and a small
Stool on the marble slab-
Their coterie glances around
Enjoying the dusky sky.
In a shocking sort of awe
A hornbill comes hooting to
Relax in the crown of
The tamarind tree and
How the Broken Bicycle
Clips on the cloth line dangle.
To which the yellow
Marigolds rhyme in sync.
Crows caw from the
Eucalyptus.
Torn saree stuck in
The fence flutter and
The the periwinkles
Dance in style.
A broken chair and
Handicapped cot observe
From where they sit.
The water pipe unevenly
Lies around with the broom
Like they're on a blind date,
To this concert.
Then there's a wooden log,
Paint-can, coconut husk and
A gunny bag full of trash.
A big water tank,
Then the water cans
And buckets.
Joining in as a family.
Washing brush, surf,
A dishwasher and a small
Stool on the marble slab-
Their coterie glances around
Enjoying the dusky sky.
In a shocking sort of awe
A hornbill comes hooting to
Relax in the crown of
The tamarind tree and
How the Broken Bicycle
In the corner must be dying
To conjure a bit more life
To enjoy this evening's..
Symphony.
Symphony.