The main road is looking for
peace,
Burdened with insomniac engines
That wouldn’t stop buzzing-
Some serviced, others not-
Waking even little birds up,
As I lose clarity,
Still tipsy, and half asleep,
Is it a cuckoo or a crow?
A dog is barking aloud,
Exasperated with joggers
Almost stepping on its tail,
Curled half-inside
To avoid the raw cold,
As a jogger wonders for a moment-
Scared for a thoughtful second-
Is it he or an everyday-irritation?
Cars are parked on the sideway,
Basking in the sun,
Hoping for a Sunday wash
To get rid of the stink-
From brushing the garbage van,
Or is it from spilled fuel or
alcohol?
We’ve learnt to live, thinking,
What difference does it make?
