Near a construction site
I saw her walking
with the baby in her lap;
Trails of poverty were visible
across the walls of her body.
Gently, I crossed her path...
-the bright red flowers on her sari
and the colourful glass bangles,
perfectly matched her happy child.
I was haunted by the contradictions.
A soft rustle of leaf on leaf stirred.
Rains came barging into the ground.
Rumbles of the thunder
shattered the solace of the place.
Boom, Clap, Crash…
Boom, Clap, Crash...
And… she dodged it.
I was happy.
With slow tread, she started walking again
Life rests on
--a peace-march after a riot
That’s the code of movement.