I spread out in peace,
basking under the generous ray,
that lights my world to sweat.
I lie down on a pile of fragility
just like my journey under the yonder,
shattered yet ploughing through.
The green shelter upon my head,
is my faithful company every noon,
after the sumptuous meal I digest.
Though with crevices, a thousand,
darkens my day,
soothes my tanned cloak.
Ah! the appalling breeze,
at these fantasy glassed shops,
tantalizes my spirits to work hard.
Yet I get, the hot wind ,
sprawling through the naked streets,
parching my throat off my last quench.
After the short nap,
I waddle onto the deranged streets,
pedalling hard among the buzz
to bring to an end,
another day of struggle,
to wrap and shelter,
to quench and nurture.
Photo Courtesy: Ramaswamy Nallaperumal, chennaidailyfoto