Air-Waves Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Monsoon rain started piercing sideways, wetting me
On the sky-walk from Bandra railway-station end,
Slowing down to watch the play of cool hard breeze
On the falling raindrops at eye-level up from above:

They were color-less seen against the sky on their journey
To earth, but now the breeze slicing through them
Adds impressionistic white dots to the curves speeding
Through the air, noisily, like land-waves with moving foam.

I turn behind at corner to see below National polytechnic
On Anand Kanekar road, with almost all Muslim girls
Wearing pink kurtas, white pajamas and white veils covering head
Rushing to school in batches, like buds on slushy roadside.

But on the other side I see men squatting on railway plot
Beside the huge four pipelines and the trained nallahs,
Invisible to people walking on the road: can't blame them,
We have not given them suitable facilities or values.