She runs through the rivers and
Sometimes rivers run through her
Forests and hills stand by as faithful buddies
She is the heart of everybody
Children identify her as their cricket pitch
Youngsters see her as their field to propose love
Dogs and bitches think ‘she’ is their mating ground
She is the heart of everybody
Most gorgeous she is on the fog filled nights
When the crimson light from the street lamp
Gives a golden glow with streams of vapour
Running all over her in unimaginable circles
And once again our faith of romance on roads are rekindled
The bollywood songs from the pick up trucks and
The laughter of school going children echo
The lazy buffaloes and the camel fights,
And sweet Indian women with their daily rights
One more chilly morning on the country roads
Pomp and band of an oncoming procession’s might
We can never be cheated of a new unexpected sight
A few find their end here and others begin here
All follow their destiny here either to the riches or to heavens
Almost everyone has the wisdom to speak about the traffic jams
On their way to work or back from the same
The horns and honks drive you deaf everyday
But our own cries of life are deafening enough to nullify the honks
Every traffic light has a spectacle to speak
As we watch the half dressed slum children perform their talent
At the end of the performance the little child comes with an open palm
Hoping that he is standing in front of an angel with money
But most of us are reminded that we are beasts without a penny
Well my time and words aren’t enough
To tell you about the Indian roads
You see the beauties and the beasts
You’ll see them all on the Indian roads.
dopa
22-01-10
