As i cross the city limits
it takes a while
before thoughts recede
from my cluttered mind
and i begin to feel at ease...
couple of hours in the countryside
I am amazed to find
that the march of time
has not touched
the rhythm and rhyme
women, with firewood
on their head,
walk in a way that would
pose a threat
to models on
the ramp...
While a farmer
entrusts his crops
to scarecrows,
dressed as folks
from tip to toe
all with a hat and bow...
a women sits
with fresh honey,
looking bright and sunny.
A sheperd herds his lambs
At dusk after
they have to
their fill grazed...
we are driving past
at eighty miles an hour,
I urge, to slow down
As I want to take in
the smells and the sounds
We park and sit
For a while,
Buy a bottle of honey,
And drink a glass of lassi
Come on hurry,
We are running late
hey, let's just enjoy
the journey....
feeling wistful
i knew it was
just wishful,
addicted
as we are
to noise
and pollution...
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-cross-the-city-limits/
