Cultural Cocktail - Poem by kp. shashidharan
In the ancient land of tribes
Of Algonquian and Iroquois
Where tribes and buffaloes
Multiplied their breed
I told Babe:
'It's a gene mix
Of White, Black, Brown, Yellow, Hispanic-
In this Melting Pot called New York! '
Her eyes were lost in the race
Of skyscrapers' conquest of the sky
In the gargantuan forest
Of glass, steel and concrete
I saw in her eyes then neon lights
In millions, flickering like stars!
While strolling along
The Brooklyn Bridge
Letting eyes to swim over the waves
In the East river
We saw the cultural cocktail around
Begetting futuristic citizens of the world!
Broadway was inundated by the neon lights
The great white way was transformed
Into a glittering canyon
We went to a night club in the Big Apple
To join folks who boozed and rocked in rhythm!
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