Tale of Two Lands

 Call of the birds

Golden hues of the sun

Filtering through the garden

Fresh is the air

Wake up to a new morning

Dews on the leaves

Sparkling pearls

 

Coconut plucked

Grated and puttu is ready

With the steamed bananas.

Fresh catch of the fish

Made into red curry.

Lunch consumed

In no hurry.

Little siesta

Stroll in the garden

For a new vista.

 

Dusk falls

Nightly silence

Some insects

In a chorus.

Blessed I feel

Embraced by sleep.

 

Honk of the horns

Begins the traffic rush.

Sounds of construction

Man’s creation.

 

Building buildings everywhere

Last of the trees, nowhere in sight

Air heavy with dust and smoke

Hop step and jump to the daily mart.

 

Into the laptop my world

Fingers key in the word, after word

This too is life one has to live

To the memories, why to cling?

 

WhatsApp news one sees

Daily noise simply does not cease

Purpose of life keeps popping

Moment to moment in life keeps going.