(Travelling to IIT, my Alma Mater. Incidentally it was during the campaign for the latest May 2011 elections)
With the crimson sun
setting on the right
we raced down
on the highway - wide and neat,
leaving behind on the both sides
paddy fields that reach
where the sky and the earth meet
In a peaceful sky
patches of clouds
wandered seemingly without any aim,
as the people disperse from the stadium
after their team's miserable loss...
but birds appeared cheerful
on their way back home
The farmers carried
headloads of paddy stalk,
behind them their spouses
and the kids as usual with balloons:
their cheers flow steady
notwithstanding the wind blows from which side
They return
to their thatched houses,
where the light is dim
but the joy is at its prime,
their cattle they shall feed -
happiness is there
where small is the need.
Ripples of ecstasy filled my heart,
visions of my village
and my early school days
soon returned as a flashback...