I crossed the road towards my place
To be interrupted by children who were in pace
With each other, to outrace one another
After their leader announced a get set go out of order
I interrupted my walk and watched them for a while
Disappear in a cloud of dust all in a pile
Just like their adult parents who catch each other
Like crabs preventing the escape of one another
How I wish life was as serious as a children’s game
Live for a day and peace within
No climate, no pollution, no wars and no politics
Simple life of a hunter and gatherer
Along came a scrap collector yelling in my ears
Abruptly putting a standstill to what I was thinking
I walked along the staircase of my place of stay
To find a woman playing with her toddler in bed
I reached my room and lay down in bed
Half sleepy half dead from the race for day’s bread
How sweet and honey is a hard earned bread!!
No matter how your eyes and hands change colours to red
Ashwin udupa
03-02-2010.
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