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Do we deserve this..ORR..?


Sky-high pewter pillars 

But no sky 

Only a big, ashy wall

On which a train might crawl 

A walkway where people walk faster

Than us as we inch forward 

Behind a truck and a bike and a bus 

And a white car

And a blue car 

And an auto rickshaw


On either side,

Construction debris 

Broken concrete blocks 

Cement dust 

And piles of mud 

Fallen bamboo sticks 

Torn plastic sheets

And sack cloth

Brown water droplets

Protruding iron rods 

Hanging wires

Numbers stencilled in black

on bleak columns

365 and counting 

The number of days I travel this menial road

Unlike for lucky Robert Frost

It's the road most traveled.


Yet, day after day,

Mynas hopping out of little holes 

Twigs in their beaks 

Migrants in steel sheet houses 

Mattresses splayed on mud flooring 

A plant clambering out of the cracks in the wall 

Fresh leaves burgeoning 

Julian and John's guitars 

Over the rapid honking of a cab driver, 

All fighting for survival 

Like silver linings in a cloud of smoke

 
 
 

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