She and I
For our hearts and eyes
Conjectured for a drive
Through the cool spring on sprout
A morning wind in our hair no doubt
Kind of a drive on the blue dark asphalt
The trees standing without fault
New green leaves and birds merrily on chirp
Tea from small earthen pots slurped
Straight down the throat
A drive through the road
Straight to the ghat...
People jogging...
Wrestlers slogging...
And the perennial flow
Of the river having the golden glow...
Little kids in white tees
And white tracks stuck to their bodies...
Bowling and fielding...
Catching the red cherry ball in air
The nets hung like curtains fair...
The pious ringing the bell
At the grand gate of a marble temple...
Saffron dots on their forehead like marks
Of their morning's prayer already done visibly stark...
A school of horses and the mares
Grazing and thinking and grazing
Tied to posts in a green green lair...
A traffic policeman getting instructions over phone...
The Raj Bhavan having colonial facade shone...
A newspaper van scuttling fast as if it would reach
Within a few minutes the farthest of the east...
She and I
For our hearts and eyes
Had a drive through this morn...
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