And I'M Loving It! Poem by Nishith Anand

Cluck-cluck goes the bullock cart
Lub-dub goes the beating heart
I try to keep pace with the rhythm
Like footsteps towing a beating drum-

And I am loving it!

Boys and men are out on a jog
Joined by an occasional dog
Along the stretch of silvery street,
'Morning! some of them cheerily greet-

And I am loving it!

Temples and churches, buses, bicycles
The new day offers such spectacles
Glistening grass, leaves and flowers
It's sunny after night-long showers-

And I am loving it!

I trot along at my own pace
Feeling the sunlight on my face
The milkman's cans clang and clatter
Over the Radio Jockey's incessant chatter-

And I am loving it!

Wide-eyed children stand and wave
While their mothers ask them to behave
On whitewashed walls outside her house
A pony-tailed tot sketches Mickey Mouse

And I am loving it!

For a moment I thought me a kid
Trust me, I really did
But not did a pair of shady eyes
That followed me with leery vice

Many imaginary lines later...

They call me nuts, they call me gay
But their voices seem so far away
Wonder why you were made this way-
They all remark, at work and at play.

It's been like this for many a day
I walk my path, come what may
Dark secrets within me lay
'Never let'em rise' I earnestly pray

Join me- O wellwisher mine,
Like a timely intervention divine
For nobody can really tell
How short can be this spell

Walk with me, or choose otherwise
Be rude to me, or overtly nice;
You may join, or just let me be
Barely a difference I'm able to see

Long roads and deceptive turns-
The painful way is how one learns
Lub-dub goes my beating heart
With the rhythm of the bullock-cart

And I am loving it!