Countless egrets surf the blue sky beyond
while spunky squirrels down below
explore nooks and crannies for hidden treasures.
One egret swoops down playfully on a buffalo’s back,
and a noisy group of sparrows peck at pods
fallen from the tamarind tree,
not distracted by the tail of the buffalo,
swinging to its own rhythm.
In a shady corner, vibrant dahlias, orange, pink, and violet,
oft white-tipped, bloom with great ardour, and on the wall
sunlight flickers like a bird, restive and fidgety
as green tea is poured into expensive cups,
through silver kettles in high rise buildings
a few feet away.
The clouds above explode in white and a little gray too
against the backdrop of peacock blue.
While a man in a disheveled tracksuit
runs and runs,
slipping- slipping- slipping,
but his tenacious grip on hope unslipping.
A mongrel whelps as the petrified man asks himself, tense,
will staying indoors really help- will it?
And runs faster – faster – faster.
The pied Kingfisher atop the telephone wire looks on, askance.