In the evening , women walked to the movies
Their bare backs aglow with stars of jasmines,
Out-smelling dark waters of street side gutters.
Our dreams vary with the color of fetid rivers
Flowing down with sewage of private shames .
Our streets are our teeming animal husbandry
Whose wealth is calculated by extended count .
Their dung’s pancakes slapped on street walls
Are a gross domestic wealth saved for future.
We make a morning coffee from buffalo milk
Milked right before houses in morning streets.
When it comes to quality of the milk in coffee
We take no chances with milkman’s honesty.
Indian Sensibility 