Mumbai returns
the air sweeps rapidly
and the shoelessgirl crosses the sea of pedestrians
little and invisible
her charm only catches the homeless man
who is driven back in tides
the girl turns
just in time to miss the hand driven cart
noise fills the specks of dust that blinds the street signs
and just then mumbai goes to sleep
waiting to return
the following day
mokua nicholas
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
