Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem read at the Peace mela (Billi)

doodhwala, paperwala,
gaadi saaf karne wala,
istreewala, kachrawalaa,
raddiwala, baniya, and a neighbour
who wanted to borrow a hammer,
have all insistently pressed the doorbell.

tv is on at full volume
for a partially deaf mother in law
prone to switching wildly
between breaking news and tv yogis
preaching hellfire and damnation.
the never ending banging beating,
remodelling next door has started too.

a wannabe mahinder singh
has shattered another windowpane,
you cannot escape the honking of cars,
and buses and trucks and taxis,
the hawkers who want to be heard
over 'do saada dosa ek chai ek filter coffee'
shouts from the neighbourhood udipi restaurant,
you can even hear the trains
come and go two streets away,

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/It sounds like a chant, the urban mantra we live to...

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