A white river of light

about bounty of nature

A white river of light

A white river of light

Flows ahead and

Always travels beside,

On the tranquil mornings,

In the grimy suburbs,

Unleashed by a baby-faced wintry sun

High above in a clean sky;

The highway dips abruptly,

And

Rises up again,

Like heated verbal attacks,

Dying out and again revived,

Among the sparring couples,

And

Often heard outside,

Floating on  putrid air,

Snatches vicious,

Delivered

In shrill/low tones,

By lovers turned warriors;

The moving shadows of the trees

Along the lean highway

Nod and smile,

And quickly

Draw various intricate patterns

On the rough rolled-out concrete,

Like a child doing rangolis outside,

The line-drawings moving about,

A chiaroscuro different,

Being trampled upon

Mercilessly,

By the manic cars and buses

Speeding by;

And a flight of happy cranes,

Circling all of a sudden,

Above the green

Tree- tops,

A startling sight

For the crying child,

Sitting on the road,

Outside her hovel,

Looking fixed at the

Blue-white clear sky.