Through the chinks in my curtains,
I see an undernourished woman
with calluses on her palms, dirt on her fingernails,
an equally undernourished, cranky child in her arms
and a cheap nose-ring in her nose.
She picks up a wilted rose, and hands it to her kid,
who bursts into a chuckle of delight at this bonanza,
in which he finds nothing trite.
On an impulse, he flings away the rose,
as now it is a sunray dancing on his mother’s nose-ring
that has sent him into a tizzy.
The sunray now shifts to the bald pate
of an obese man gingerly getting out of his latest acquisition- a brand new car.
The twinkle in the child’s eye has now become a star,
his gaze transfixed on the dancing ray.
His eyes dance with joy at the glint in his mother’s nose-ring.
The man’s eyes admire his reflection in the gleaming car.
These different hues of joy, I watch mesmerized from afar,
wondering which one is a trinket – the nose ring or the car.