ENROUTE FROM BANGALORE.

I SAW A BOREWELL.

PART 2

1)The roads crowded with vehicles.

And the people in jeopardy give a hand away.

Like on the crossroads of destiny.

Watching the pedestrians I was amazed.

Toys, flowers and red mangoes. Watches.

Sellers, middle class and customers. Matches.

2)A packet of chips in my hand. The windows down.

Laughing at these stars and making fun.

The sweat, the toil and the tears. The Work Done.

These are but interpersonal and curious elements.

Awarding myself a medal for these observations.

Or was it patience? Or faithfulness?

3)The pride of the country are the people.

Here is the Eighth Wonder of this World.

But filled with intellectuals and goals.

The culture, the travellers and the fans.

The pain, the game and the name.

Or the helping hands??The memory lane.

4)The understood perfection but take care,

The bicycles, the scooters and trucks down the rear.

And I count the number of buildings with much satisfaction,

Just gardens, shops and pavements down the road.

And then the service road ends. Joining the beginning. Crowd.

The bridge, the flyovers and intersection proud.

PART 1

Then again the sun provided, an immediate disguise to the copper, aluminum and plastic utensils.

A brown glaze surrounded the hours of dusk and dawn. The indifference.

The dew requires no colors.

2)The water fresh. The people rather living it. The innocence of these waves but kept them guessing.

A probability aspect of cleaning and washing.

3)The man, the woman and the child but stood the strength of time.

Just parted the invulnerable. The will power crossed limits. A penny saved became the dime.

It was the truth. It was triumph.

It was warm. There was a smile.

Walk away or Walk on.

The destination is not far away. Only 440 km. )*