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Come into my world.... welcome !

Harsh,jagged realities.. softened dreams

Malicious thoughts of screaming at...

the elderly passenger in the sardine-packed bus

Fresh whiff of scented air....

Enters my tobacco stained lungs

As I alight from the bus..

Sight of the bobbing ponytails, red ribbon

Jasmine flavoured coconut oil,deodorant

I gaze up at the green leaves on the tall tree

The strain of the bus journey softens,melts,vaporises

I board a cycle-rickshaw.. I am disgusted !!

The dark,skinny ,sweaty,smelly rickshaw puller

Straining his feet on the pedals

I hop down and stare at his wizened face

Thoughts change from disgust to quizzical

I enquire about his family, his whereabouts

So happy he was when I asked him his name !!

He called me a "sahab" and then "babu" I felt flattered

There is an unusual spring in my step

as I walk down the street- look at the wayside shanties

Selling eatables,durables,toiletry,cigarettes,et al

The sun is now shining hot above.I gaze at the children.

These children will be the youth of tomorrow

Our shining,progressing country,economy booming

If I patronise these stalls I'll dirty the city

If I don't I'll earn the curse of families

I think of the disease-carrying open eatables

No disease,no doctors,will that be a lovely world?

Are pills and potions doing Man any good ?

What people think of My World

To hear I'm in no mood..........

©bishu