POEM_: An Arrival
And lo!
It is India
My long awaited, long lost India.
India, in rains.
Far from the dust and sand
the burning sun, the scorched earth
the dead land
I come back to you
My everloving India.
In rains.
Life I see
in every breath of the monsoon,
in every gust of the cool fresh wind,
in every blade of glistening grass.
Life I see
in the grey muddy slums of Bombay,
in the shoves and the jostles at the VT,
in the speeding and the stalled locals
which acquire a certain elegance
with the ground wet under them;
even in the sulky faces
of the Indian Airlines hostesses
who are either incapable of joy
or short of the glue
that makes the plastic smiles stick.
And life I see
in the gay frolics
of the young and not-so-young boys
naked on the Chowpatty beach,
celebrating the youth, not just their own,
but of their earth too.
Life I see in everything
for I am in love
with India,
in rains.
- owais
--
This was first published in the book, 'Love?'.
It is India
My long awaited, long lost India.
India, in rains.
Far from the dust and sand
the burning sun, the scorched earth
the dead land
I come back to you
My everloving India.
In rains.
Life I see
in every breath of the monsoon,
in every gust of the cool fresh wind,
in every blade of glistening grass.
Life I see
in the grey muddy slums of Bombay,
in the shoves and the jostles at the VT,
in the speeding and the stalled locals
which acquire a certain elegance
with the ground wet under them;
even in the sulky faces
of the Indian Airlines hostesses
who are either incapable of joy
or short of the glue
that makes the plastic smiles stick.
And life I see
in the gay frolics
of the young and not-so-young boys
naked on the Chowpatty beach,
celebrating the youth, not just their own,
but of their earth too.
Life I see in everything
for I am in love
with India,
in rains.
- owais
--
This was first published in the book, 'Love?'.
:-)
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