City Walk Poem by Saroj Padhi

The street dogs sleeping peacefully
on sands spread sparsely
beside a busy city road
do not bother
about the noisy headaches
going on inside my overstressed head
when bliss lands on them
from some unknown agents above
to this family of three
snoringunder the shadow
of a moon-lit tree;
college guys smoking
on the veranda of Paris bakery
do not bother about Spring
secretly injecting juice
into supple mangoes
that hang like nocturnal bats;
my wife wipes her hands with tissue
after a few sips of cappuccino
in a middle-class hotel
when I notice a red rose
aflame on her lips.