Dear Indian Roads

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