An old ambassador car,unmoved and unmoving,
Carried love-messages of young lovers in its dust.
Two little girls warmed their palms before the stove-fire
Waiting for hot bath water that smelled of wood-smoke .
You passed the chicken shop in the street corner
And you promptly smelled yesterday’s fresh death.
An old man in muffler closed his ears to the violent sounds
Of the day’s gory news while keeping his eyes glued to it.
In between we heard in the street a bird-note that chipped away
At time just like the seconds hand of an old grandfather clock.
The panchayat sign- board shone in white letters
That inched towards spheres of round perfection.