Between the high wall
and the road
with six lines of traffic
on a scrap of dried out soil
under a dried up tree
a deer stands
in the very center of New Delhi.
He breathes dirt
eats dirt
sleeps in dirt
drinks dirt.
A nilgai deer in the city of Delhi
stands and looks
at the enchanted tourists
taking his photo,
at the passing cars,
at the wall.
Unable to jump over the wall
unable to cross the road
he lives.
New Delhi, Dec.2016.
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