ChennaiA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
I love that sun struck city
Of meter-less rickshaws and crowded trains Of dosa and sambar and idils' In scorching summers and flooding rains I love her morning filtered coffee With the sun rising on her sandy beaches And her men in white lungis' And the language of their speeches I love her forts and streets and temples Her children from adoption and birth Their unity to some seem mythical As they witnessed hell on earth © 2016 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe |
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Added on April 5, 2016 Last Updated on April 5, 2016 AuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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