Perspective

Perspective

Crowded bus;

Heads, first turning towards the trapped sky,

In search of air,

Then turn towards the ground,

Beyond the reach of sweats,

Eyes take them to the cars.

A car owner, inside fresh cool air,

Thinks of the monthly instalment traps,

On his left, a hearse passes by,

A flowered body with crying relatives;

His eyes on the right see an ambulance

Carrying a dying patient,

He thinks of anyhow

Coming back to life,

For then he will change his world.

17 October 2014