This is a storm.. fat droplets of rain soaking into Earth’s socks
a breeze of oddities and a shape in a cage with imploding extremities
the pandemonium that is audible and visible and tactile
let the oceans wash up on this one pointed shore
chaos that sprung from some laid back fetuses
with the creativity of super Nature in their every pore
This air that is jostling spice and decay
I sat under a tree and looked up at you
somewhere amidst the scenic sway
you showed me India, I thought I knew
But how did you ever make her so loud?
How did you make her crooked legs walk so proud?
a shabby torn blanket was tossed over your pious bones
you walk like a shepherd, but you’re no more than a dysfunctional traffic cone.
A slab of mall with a sprinkle of rules