Balcony overhang, clothes catchingThe fierce summer heat,
Float in the air, waiting for tinder
Look about to catch fire
Non existent fires about to become real.
Old wizened faces, of men aged
Grey not by years but
By incessant burning of skin and bones
Toiling in continuous fire pit of poverty.
Child, naked from waist down,
Barefoot, except for an ankle jewel
Rings with each step – a single small hollow sound
Calling out generations of freedom
Lost in a child’s years.
Women, single file and stationery
Faces hidden completely,
Not from religious or cultural piety,
Their burden, carried in ever larger loads
Of street litter, sorted for value,
Veritable prize on their heads.
Teeming mass of humanity, unending,
Snapshots of beings, different purpose and pose,
Playing themselves in unending circles,
Right on tracks edge,
Not a centimeter is spared.
Brickwork, mortar, joined in
Misshapen pieces, never ending
Waste piled high and overflowing ,
Pieces of scrap, multiple colors of plastic, dung, food lying there.
Teeming slums, dead colors on walls
Hugging trains cutting through hour by hour
A quick image of
Huddled masses, exposed to each other,
Barely touching not changing
The dead color on the walls.