Mini Dubai
Silvered canal sprawls with a smile of wisdom.
Like a tamarind seed, my town nicknamed Mini Dubai
Burgeoned, then branched on Kanoli canal bank.
To come up to their own town, busy pedestrians step down
An ancient bridge of imperialism built by the British.
As the traffic lights have lost the eye balls,
A potbellied police man dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle: ambulance with the wounded
And van with a wedding party halt side by side,
As the southern and northern hemispheres of
Emotions meet at a single point, by chance.
Among the concrete buildings seethe under the tanning rays,
Splurging women whirl in the hurry wind. Stink of sweats
And aroma of Arabian perfumes choke the air in the shops,
Where, sometimes, chicanery and dupery peek through the glassed.
To the government offices nearby, applications drafted in blood
And salt scurry only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets.
The sots creep like snakes in the yard of Sandra Bar.
Nostalgic smell of canal mud sops in sizzling tang from a cafeteria.
Two love birds kiss
On the high bough of the tamarind:
Fluttering of natural mirth –
Paradise is in the height.
A crow sits on electric post and watches all beneath with a smile of wisdom.
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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