RAINBOW IN THE OILSLICK
The coconut trees swayed
at forty five degrees;
The black clouds
lit up the sky;
The silver strings
descended in millions.
The anklet on her shapely legs
jingled merrily on,
while her mascara'd eyes
and the pouting red lips
flashed until she hid them
behind her bangled hands.
The rain-washed earth smiled
as he lifted her up
and ambled along
the tree lined path
that led them
onto their rainbow future.
Lights came on;
the curtain came down.
The upholstered chairs
screeched up
and every one got up.
The movie was over.
They came out with a grin.
The stench of the gutter
assaulted the nostrils.
The muddy water
splashed on the clothes.
The spark plugs
failed the two wheelers.
The gravel stones lay scattered
all over the road
laid just before
the chief minister's visit.
Packed buses in burgha
women paddling along
in sarees lifted knee high,
showing their fat legs....
The theatre reveller sighed.
as he clamboured up the auto,
dragging along
his yelling wife,
whose chappal was cut,
and the kids slaking wet,
to sail onto that
distant home.
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The coconut trees swayed
at forty five degrees;
The black clouds
lit up the sky;
The silver strings
descended in millions.
The anklet on her shapely legs
jingled merrily on,
while her mascara'd eyes
and the pouting red lips
flashed until she hid them
behind her bangled hands.
The rain-washed earth smiled
as he lifted her up
and ambled along
the tree lined path
that led them
onto their rainbow future.
Lights came on;
the curtain came down.
The upholstered chairs
screeched up
and every one got up.
The movie was over.
They came out with a grin.
The stench of the gutter
assaulted the nostrils.
The muddy water
splashed on the clothes.
The spark plugs
failed the two wheelers.
The gravel stones lay scattered
all over the road
laid just before
the chief minister's visit.
Packed buses in burgha
women paddling along
in sarees lifted knee high,
showing their fat legs....
The theatre reveller sighed.
as he clamboured up the auto,
dragging along
his yelling wife,
whose chappal was cut,
and the kids slaking wet,
to sail onto that
distant home.
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