(105) A busy road in our view

(105) A busy road in our view


We drive along the green savannas too,
as green as the cherished ambition of the
Schoolboy’s future plan to be executed,
nearing the metropolitan road thronged,
Sellers’ shouts of coffee, tea bread and butter
Keep the day going, going, going.
The uncovered pits distract us
abominably shocked at the careless ,
callously kept man-holes, or death traps,
the jumping vehicles counteract hump teen
speed-breakers, perfectly shaped mounds
upside turn us to break the speed
of our lives, the crossed buffalo criss-crossed
by the laden lorry, the foul pungent smell of
the dog’s death, the garbage piles await
the arrival of the young, helpless urchins
to help themselves, the beggar’s hungry looks ,
the broken coconut chips outside
the temple, the act of the devotees amplified,
the autos replete with kids to school,
the lunch bags peeping outside,
water tankers wetting the road by wasting
through the pipes, the temple elephant
bound by the mahout, the sudden wonder of
street children, the traffic blocked;
my pen scribbles hurriedly on the pad,
the versification takes a zig zag route,
to circumvent the busy road,
The busy road, the busy road.